<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:15:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fralala</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-111200413009672644</id><published>2005-03-28T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:02:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY! THATS IT!!! BLOGGER'S GOT BUGS!!! I'M MOVIN'!! kinda.... heh.. my last post didn't turn up in my mozilla browzer yesterday so i copied and pasted on a new one and deleted the old one.. this time it didn't even turn up in my edit posts tab.. oh well.. i'll post it again some other time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw jared from adam khoo in combined service yesterday.. y'noe... gary banana's brother.. ahh what the heck.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna drop f&amp;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam khoo once said,"if i can't, i must"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i can't drop f&amp;n then i must drop f&amp;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the last sentence i'll ever post here---&gt;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-111200413009672644?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/111200413009672644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=111200413009672644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111200413009672644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111200413009672644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay-thats-it-bloggers-got-bugs-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-111148453565006882</id><published>2005-03-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:44:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think u're health freak : no&lt;br /&gt;Get along with ur parents : not in a million years&lt;br /&gt;Favourite NUMBER(S): 5,11,14,17,21&lt;br /&gt;Favourite color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;MONTHS : Febuary, April, May, , June, December&lt;br /&gt;SEASON : winter(not that i've ever experienced winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferences&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: cuddle&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK OR VANILLA: Choc milk&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI OR FISH FILLET: Sushi&lt;br /&gt;THE BEACH OR THE MALL: beach&lt;br /&gt;DAY OR NIGHT: night&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS OR CHINESE NEW YEAR/HARI RAYA?: Christmas.. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;GIFT OR $$: $$&lt;br /&gt;LETTER OR E-MAIL: Email&lt;br /&gt;THE PIANO OR THE GUITAR: guitar&lt;br /&gt;NIKE OR ADIDAS: Nike&lt;br /&gt;REEBOK OR CONVERSE: Converse&lt;br /&gt;ANIMALS OR PLANTS: Animals&lt;br /&gt;PHONE OR PERSON: phone&lt;br /&gt;HOME OR OUTSIDE: home&lt;br /&gt;HOT OR COLD: hot&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? : huh?? yea.. i guess&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? : duh.. no no.. i stole everything i have.. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK?: i'm not superman you know..&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? : yes but probably never will again..&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? yea&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? no... there's something called email y'know&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO AN EX?: sure..&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: for homework, yes&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE?: ya&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED ANY GAMES ONLINE?: i tried playing maple once and didn't like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got that one from friendster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get a new guitar!! that is if seng how (i think thats his name) agrees to buy my bass amp and guitar.. weidi wants to buy the brother of the guitar i'm eyeing.. just imagine the flying X and the flying V on the same stage.. cool right?? and suhaimi wants the bass he used in the last jamming session.. dunno how much alveron will be willing to sell.. i just know a brand new Flying X is $230..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was stupid.. f&amp;n lesson, lazy to do coursework.. so i had to put my acting skills to the test.. it payed off.. heh.. at least for now.. dunno why but i have so many homework and i really want to do them.. just one problem.. i have no motivation to do anything.. even when adi told me he wants to do box car racer's there is instead of letters to you, i just couldn't be bothered to even listen to the song.. i really have no motivation at all.. maybe its because of the baileys creamer.. maybe i put too much in my coffee.. but what the heck.. i like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even gonna start talking about mdm tay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end with a song which i just figured out how to play on the guitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greenday - Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-111148453565006882?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/111148453565006882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=111148453565006882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111148453565006882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111148453565006882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/03/think-ure-health-freak-no-get-along.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-111132960266851381</id><published>2005-03-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:40:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did a triathlon today.. heh first leg taxi, second leg bike and third leg bus.. okay.. so i was supposed to cycle all the way home from joel's and got cramps near the bukit timah food center.. but i thought that was just nothing.. so i cycled a few hundred metres and my right calf gave way.. so i decided to take bus home.. of course, i put my bike at a safe place.. yea.. so safe that i don't even need to lock my bike.. smart or smart? &lt;br /&gt;stupid. next time i shouldn't bike after playing soccer.. so the moral of the story is -&gt; balls and wheels don't mix.. go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school statrs tomorrow.. i'm so dead.. i promosed mdm anita a little bit of coursework but i never touched anything.. i just know she's not gonna scream her head off like other teachers do.. she'll just ask me to drop.. easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night we're going to MT FABER!!! WOOHOO!! just hope we don't run into cops again.. nothing to charge us for anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. one last thing.. er.. the links up there are not updated.. so forget about ripping links from there.. y'know, its obvious.. the class blog is still 3N1.. if u not happy then tag me.. :) my tag board needs some taggin'.. okay.. i'm just being stupid.. good night people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-111132960266851381?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/111132960266851381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=111132960266851381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111132960266851381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111132960266851381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-did-triathlon-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-111095020844646349</id><published>2005-03-16T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:16:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finch - Letters To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I wanna be there with open arms&lt;br /&gt;It's empty tonight and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get me through this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to so far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing again these letters to you aren't much, I know&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sleeping and you're not here&lt;br /&gt;The thought stops my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to so far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more looking I've found home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone away&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another song we're performing in april..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to averlon(howdya spell that?) at bukit timah to jam.. nice place.. definitly nicer than jurong east.. i broke the strap thingy on the hamer guitar.. please don't tell them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycled to church for com meeting.. i was super early.. 2 hours early.. helped dad replace the punctured tyre.. then joel came and we played worms.. meeting started 45 mins late.. ended at around 10.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was smart enough to try a new route home that late at night.. didn't have much of a choice actually.. anyway, i followed the lonkang from clementi all the way to jurong east only to find myself at a dead end.. so i turned around and took another wrong turn.. this time i got lost in a housing estate.. i couldn't get out for like half an hour until i finally decided to follow cars and hope they lead to a way out.. a way out there was but not an ideal one.. it led right out to the PIE.. so i turned back..  and then i realised i was just behind nan hua primary.. then i found my way home from there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres how the names of arsenal players can be used in everyday conversations - &lt;br /&gt;NO! NO!! DON'T BURP!! (Freddy Ljungberg)&lt;br /&gt;In Layman Terms... (Jens Lehmann)&lt;br /&gt;Its A Cliche.. (Gael Clichy)&lt;br /&gt;Ammonia?? (Manuel Almunia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thanks to kristen and ivan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-111095020844646349?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/111095020844646349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=111095020844646349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111095020844646349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111095020844646349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/03/finch-letters-to-you-cant-you-see-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-111079457600319065</id><published>2005-03-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:02:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe i spent a weeks allowence on ice cream.. i cant believe i haven't touched them since i bought them.. i can't believe there's still space in the freezer.. mum says i got cheated.. and even if i did get cheated it was by ah bye soit doesn't really matter.. haha.. y'noe we exchanged phones permanantly and he even gave me $50.. so if i was cheated then we're even.. if not then its my gain.. haha.. i'm evil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad brought me to swee lee just now.. bought an ibanez pedal.. i'm happy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost some numbers while changing phones.. one of these victims is wei di.. oh man.. i hope i'm not too late.. DUDE, READ THIS MAN.. CALL ME!!!!! EMERGENCY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-111079457600319065?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/111079457600319065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=111079457600319065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111079457600319065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111079457600319065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-cant-believe-i-spent-weeks-allowence.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-111020714011021820</id><published>2005-03-07T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:52:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long, long time eh, blogger???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, left right after early dismissal.. met chiew lian.. she was gonna take her results.. i promised her a meal if she did well but she haven't called me since so i assume she's either done badly or she did so well that everyone treat her until she dun need my meal.. dunno why but it seems like i haven't seen her for so long when really she came back to school as a relief teacher just a while ago.. i guess thats how it all works.. once you become a teacher, you just change to be more detestable.. for example, i don't like ms lee but i like lee chiew lian.. i don't like ms leong but but i like audrey leong.. i don't like mr ng but i like ng han liat.. you get the picture.. its like being a teacher is having a brain implant.. only the brains are interchangable and reusable.. y'know.. like load game/save game kinda thing.. once you cross the border of hkss and the outside world you save your teacher brain and load the real person brain and pick up where you left off.. ahhh i just thought of another example.. check this out - i hate mdm tay su moi but i dislike tay su moi... hey, at least got improvement okaY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip tuesday.. i forgot what i did.. wednesday.. assembly.. was it that world vision thingy? yea.. i think so.. i mean, its quite cool.. you get your own kid just like that.. write to the fella, bond with him, teach him how to make pipe bombs with cheap sparklers and when he becomes a world reknowned terrorist you can turn him in and get rich.. now thats what they all call investing your time and money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the change of uniform? i'm really not against it.. just as long as they design a good one.. any colour would do but pink would be nice... look like SJC kindergarden kids.. that'll be really cool.. yellow is not a good idea cos we'd look like lakeside primary.. which is not good.. and please, NO LONG SLEEVES.. although if you could just imagine lower sec boys wearing long sleeves in short pants... yeah.. laugh.. go on.. laugh.. if that happens i'll immediately apply for a course in ITE.. and then... i can go -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Pants, Short Pants; Whatcha Gonna Do, Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come For You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot which day it was la but ms leong didn't turn up so that stupid teacher took over.. that teacher was so stupid that she could become an F&amp;N teacher by just dreaming of being one.. she proved to us that she didn't have any qualifications just by trying to teach us how to cut an apple.. why? cos she didn't know how to cut an apple.. okay.. so she failed terribly at teaching F&amp;amp;N.. so she tries maths.. okay, at least this time she admits her maths sucks but what she did was really stupid.. here are the highlights -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Class, can you please arrange your tables in a circle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;initially, my answer was "NO!" but everyone moved so i had to..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay great" (then she starts talking about something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what seems like eternity,"okay class, you can do whatever you wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOINK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, something happened that haven't happened in a long time.. an internal civil war among the class.. some pretended to be good and moved back the chairs and some moved the tables in such a position that it made it easy for us to give ourselves an early recess by blocking the teachers table.. those tables were soon cleared by the considerate people.. i did all i could - put my head down to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, the band came over to do some planning.. we decided on the songs we were gonna perform in april.. Josie by Blink 182 and Number Five With A Bullet by Taking Back Sunday.. we're deciding on a third song but we'll have to see how it goes first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, went to watch white noise.. two words - IT BITES.. it was supposed to be a horror movie.. turned out to be quite a comedy.. that is, with me in the theatre.. one weird thing is how come the guy can figure out what the ghost is trying to say when all i hear is "PSSSSssssSSSsssSSSssSs.....PSSSssssSSssSs" and there are pigs in hell??? and is that deep voice satan??? so was the guy's wife luring him into that warehouse thingy so that he could be killed by the three ghosts??? and how could the fat guy die from being crushed by a tv??? and i think i saw him still breathing when the main guy walked into his study room place thingy where the fat guy was found dead... did he deliberately leave him to die on the ground with the tv (which looked lighter than the fat guy himself) on top of him??? and yea.. GIMME BACK MY $8.50!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. after that went to queensway with stone.. he bought a new edition total 90 III for $65 and i bought a topper for $40.. the boss was in really good mood.. thats just cos a family just spent loads of money just before we came in.. after that went home for a while.. i biked to stones place while he took bus.. and i reached first.. had cell.. i missed the spongebob movie to play soccer downstairs and in the process, injured my foot.. i think its a broken toe.. no.. wait.. its a crushed foot.. no... it wasn't crushed.. a fractured bone in the foot... now thats more like it.. anyway, i cycled home after that.. slept at 1 plus.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, while henry was talking 'bout bgr, stone and i were suaning radius about everything he could be suaned about.. super funny.. radius' longest relationship is 14 years and counting.. go figure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-111020714011021820?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/111020714011021820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=111020714011021820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111020714011021820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/111020714011021820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-long-long-time-eh-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110943453733428601</id><published>2005-02-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:15:37.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blink 182 - Josie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my girlfriend takes me home when I'm too drunk to drive&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't get all jealous when I hang out with the guys&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does&lt;br /&gt;She brings me mexican food from Sombrero's just because&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, just because)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriend likes U.L. and D.H.C.&lt;br /&gt;And she's so smart and independent, I don't think she needs me&lt;br /&gt;Quite half as much as I know I need her&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there's not another guy that she'd prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Like my world is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show up at 3am&lt;br /&gt;She's still up watching Vacation, and I&lt;br /&gt;See her pretty face&lt;br /&gt;It takes me away to a better place and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my girlfriend takes collect calls from the road&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem to matter that I'm lacking in the bulge&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does&lt;br /&gt;She brings me mexican food from Sombrero's just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Like my world is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show up at 3am&lt;br /&gt;She's still up watching Vacation, and I&lt;br /&gt;See her pretty face&lt;br /&gt;It takes me away to a better place and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good News : I Successfully Downloaded Max Payne&lt;br /&gt;The Bad News : Its All In Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good News : Done Finish Task Analysis For F&amp;amp;N (worth 25 Marks For 'N')&lt;br /&gt;The Bad News : I Lost It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. 3 more days.. my parents wanna bring me to swensens on monday.. i mean i like swensens and all but.. what the heck.. i'm not exactly in celebration mode right now.. big deal.. the guy's 16.. wow.. they grow up so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate birthdays.. i don't know why but i really hate birthdays.. okay, so one thing great about it is that when someone asks you to do something you can go,"eh.. its MY birthday man.. i do what i want.. you gotta wait till YOUR birthday.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone knows what happened around this time last year.. ahhh yes.. tian chan running away from camp and spent the night sleeping on tombstones.. haha.. okay.. now that is funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go marina for steamboat today.. but because of the weather and some other excuses i decided to call it off and stay home and get bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm bored.. and everyone else is having fun watching me bore to death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110943453733428601?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110943453733428601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110943453733428601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110943453733428601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110943453733428601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/02/blink-182-josie-yeah-my-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110916852575036716</id><published>2005-02-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:22:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 more days people.. FIVE MORE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was a competition for having the dumbest parents then i'd win hands down.. my dad bought shark tales dvd for $27.. why? cos he didn't have enough money to pay cable TV bills.. firstly, its SHARK TALES for goodness sake.. secondly, &lt;b&gt;who on earth would choose a dvd over cable tv???? &lt;/b&gt;so now we all know where i get my intelligence from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drew a biohazard sign.. and its nice.. i'm suprised i can draw.. and i'm suprised i even know what a biohazard sign looks like.. i'm suprised i took F&amp;N instead of art..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the best F&amp;N dish EVER for recess on monday.. roast chicken.. khai wanted to make it taste weird so he added a hell lot of different spices.. in the end it was so good that we took every drop of sauce there was.. sedap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.. i think i'll just go to sleep.. nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110916852575036716?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110916852575036716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110916852575036716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110916852575036716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110916852575036716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/02/5-more-days-people.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110870658159668105</id><published>2005-02-18T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:03:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot something on tuesday.. Happy 17th Birthday to Elsa.. 17 right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday's assembly was quite funny la.. tommy lee made a video that showed our creative littering.. very nice.. almost everyone was stumped by our creativity.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second audition yesterday.. WE'RE IN!!! haha.. mainly because of the ingenious inclusion of Ismahadi.. yea.. and we blew up the hall's left side speaker.. well it wasn't me who turned everything to the max and blasted it.. so its not my fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some idiot jaywalked to school on wednesday morning and caused alot of us to stay back.. well, i guess i have to agree with mr razaly about Hong Kah being well known as a paikia school and other people are afraid of us.. i remember one time when i walked out on mr razak and left the school agrily, when i reached my area there, people really were avoiding me.. even my dunearn friends didn't even dare to say hi.. couldn't help la..  i was seriously pissed off.. but it really seems like people are fearful of the greener side of jurong.. even a hong kah nerd with a waterbottle could be seen as armed and dangerous.. but what to do? right outside the gates of HKSS lies a favourite gang recruitment area wud.. and about changing the way other schools think of us? i don't think so.. for all you know the average hong kah lite could be protected by that green uniform he/she is wearing just because of what some people did a long long time ago.. well, i've heard a story before but i don't know if its true.. during the first few years of hong kah secondary, during recess or lunch time the canteen would be divided in to two halves, the chinese side and the malay side.. one wrong move could send the whole school into an all out war.. well, it turned out that something did happen and the police were called in and there were many casualties.. boy, what a history we've got..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110870658159668105?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110870658159668105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110870658159668105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110870658159668105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110870658159668105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-forgot-something-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110847080503028263</id><published>2005-02-15T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:33:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday, went to claudia's house.. played zoo tycoon 2 on marcus' com.. i suck at it.. watched everton v chelsea there.. xinyi believed chelsea's from myanmar.. hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday... finally got my jersey after so long.. stupid sister left it at her boyfriend's place.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! hah.. too late i guess.. but what the heck.. walked around after school looking for mr. cheng to borrow a bass.. and i couldn't find him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. audition day.. i won't say it sucks la.. i was nervous, hafiz was dreaming and suhaimi couldn't care less about whether he could be heard or not.. and best of all, they made us use a chordless mike.. and even in church chordless mikes aren't the most reliable things, what more a lousy sound system in a school hall.. it went on and off so much that mr faizal thought i forgot my lyrics.. what the heck.. we'll give it another shot on thursday.. this time i'll use the mixer amp and take the PA controls into my own hands.. i hope i don't screw up.. again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.. when mr lawrence came to know the title of the song was "dammit", the guy's face expression changed.. really funny.. you should've seen him.. he was like, 'what kinda song is that?.. wahaha.. okay.. not funny anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheng cheng is not doing a very good job as ava president y'noe.. his crew should be less... er.. how do you say that? STUPID? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck.. gonna play FM.. no mood to do anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110847080503028263?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110847080503028263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110847080503028263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110847080503028263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110847080503028263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-went-to-claudias-house.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110811818274633672</id><published>2005-02-11T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T18:36:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i wont get angry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i said i wont get angry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its such a stupid thing to get angry over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and then she screams at me.. almost to tears.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why lie to yourself, mdm tay? you're old.. you can't handle us anymore.. students now are not as forgiving anymore.. in the olden days, yes, you can tell them to do this and that and this and that.. now its different.. we aren't puppets you know? fine.. i'm in the wrong for the vandalism.. i'm wrong for walking out on you.. i'm wrong for talking back at you.. but did you look back and see who started this mess? who was the one whose first words to us are "SHUT UP!! STOP THAT!!"? Who was the one who cut the queue and justified it with age? please!! this is all nonsense.. if there's a problem deal with it yourself.. not ask people under you to pick up your scraps.. and back to the cutting queue thing.. if its what u said is true then isn't it bullying already? think about it.. we can still live in peace if you stop trying to take over our minds.. you can psycho other people to be your puppets but not me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.. i'm sick and tired of fighting with her.. i need a new thrill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year.. haha.. reunion dinner at home.. i dropped my plate and spilled everything on the floor.. but i managed to save the abalone..hah wet to bed with a bad flu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grandaunt's place as usual.. and for 3 years straight, dad drove into the wrong carpark.. played fatal flame 2 the whole night.. came back home at 2 plus in the morning.. flu became worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, woke up feeling alright.. watched tv the whole day.. kung fu hustle and godzilla.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6 am today.. didn't feel like going to school.. so i didn't.. hah.. weidi, hafiz and suhaimi came over to jam.. hope we can really pull it off on tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm downloading all my necessary stuff now.. the com just came back on a few hours ago.. i'm happy.. heh.. terrah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110811818274633672?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110811818274633672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110811818274633672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110811818274633672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110811818274633672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wont-get-angry-i-said-i-wont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110726596782951411</id><published>2005-02-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:52:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up late today.. later than usual at least.. didn't do QT.. went to school without a book to read for reading period.. asked around for very long until yong quan lent me one.. yea.. His Bible.. oh God rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class was unusually quiet today.. weird.. mr wee and ms hikma didn't turn up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audition moved to 15th and 16th.. more time to practice.. that is if hafiz clears up his schedule.. hopefully we won't have another M.I.A drummer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis' band, Zero Static, is having a gig sometime soon.. i thought it's gonna be a blast.. but after seeing the lineup, i'm not so sure.. she's playing bass.. BASS.. no wonder she keeps asking me to play bass for her band.. lets see.. should i be nice by accepting or naughty by watching them crash out? not that my band is doing any better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'picnic' fever is back.. demands for in-lesson snacks are on the rise as our in-lesson peanut eating skills get better.. remember last year when we passed ham, cheese, peanut butter, jam and bread in class like nobody's business? this year is gonna be better.. ba kua anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110726596782951411?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110726596782951411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110726596782951411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110726596782951411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110726596782951411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/02/woke-up-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110716989771152612</id><published>2005-01-31T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:11:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the homeroom system is killing me.. super tired.. i think i wanna skip every tuesday from now.. look at it.. 4th floor to 1st floor and up to 4th floor again.. it may seem benifitial to our fitness but in a long run we'll die.. another reason why they switched system is so we wouldn't sleep in class.. i say it all backfired.. more people sleep in class now and as for me, i'm taking longer naps.. i don't see why the change of system is any better than the old one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a miracle.. i passed POA.. and i did well too.. 20/25 isn't bad for someone who has never passed POA before yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N's such a waste of space.. why must it be on monday? why must it be on the same day as training? why must it be taught by mdm anita? why must i be the one being taught? WHY MUST IT BE AN ACTUAL SUBJECT ANYWAY??? and today got no practical.. so i brought my stuff for nothing.. and its SO bulky.. i wanna murder the person who suggested offering F&amp;N as a subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my sleep but i'm not getting much.. give me back my sleep.. and give me back my warcraft 3.. stupid computer did something to it.. now its gone.. GONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110716989771152612?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110716989771152612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110716989771152612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110716989771152612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110716989771152612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/homeroom-system-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110701068200801525</id><published>2005-01-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:58:02.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. so i'm twentysomething at heart.. big deal.. and i'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for CE course.. very good.. worth my five bucks.. darren came 2 hours early.. he helped the cleaner guy sweep the carpark.. and some people thought darren was his son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went bowling.. i striked once for everyone in my lane except myself.. am i that bad or am i that bad? then went to play pool.. everyone watched as "the guy who looked under-aged" beat Ivan Chan the army journalist guy.. okay.. so i AM under aged.. barely.. but heck la.. it wouldn't hurt wud.. its just one month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time in so long that i had to be home by a specific time.. and i passed by 15 minutes.. so i couldn't go prayer meeting.. and now i'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah joined track.. hah.. she can run? i mean.. she &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; run.. and that made me wonder if coach wants me to run for school again.. i won't mind since soccer doesn't need me around anymore.. at least the track coach isn't racist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i gotta go to sleep now.. my eyes are.. er.. sleepy... yea..a word of advice - never try to seek God's advice by closing your eyes and pointing out a verse in the Bible.. addy learnt the hard way.. no wonder she had sore throat.. ahh anyway.. good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110701068200801525?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110701068200801525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110701068200801525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110701068200801525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110701068200801525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay_29.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110691835758456556</id><published>2005-01-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:22:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" color="black"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#66ccff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110691835758456556?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110691835758456556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110691835758456556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110691835758456556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110691835758456556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-20-years-old20-under-12-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110683290164534234</id><published>2005-01-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:35:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are parents so cruel? they love asking trick questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenny, are you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats one you'd wanna ignore.. if you say no then you'll have to stay hungry till the next meal.. if yes then the model response would be -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, great.. i'd like uhm.. seafood fried rice with extra chilli.. don't mind go buy some ketchup while you're at it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so smart yet so dumb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i'm officially withdrawn from the squad.. heh.. i'm happy.. its just training on mondays.. i could handle that.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sister' invited me to a steamboat meal with her 'family members'.. i'll be the only other guy there.. gosh this is stupid.. they call each other mother, father, sister, brother, uncle, aunty.. and heh.. i get called sister just by making friends with them.. its not lame though.. its stupid.. and stupid people are fun.. just look at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.. i'll be honest.. i'm not gonna do no stinkin' car wash on speech day.. i volunteered just for fun.. i'd have a performance to do in the hall anyway.. so i'll just hide there for the whole time.. and i'll watch from up there how the people whom i chose to be in my 'team' screw up other people's cars.. and i suggest scratching mr razak's jeep and blaming muhaimin for it.. hah.. now that'll be a show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;When I Want Something Done Right I Gotta Do It Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got that from discovery channel.. where else do you think i learn how to talk from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110683290164534234?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110683290164534234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110683290164534234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110683290164534234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110683290164534234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-are-parents-so-cruel-they-love.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110674367193456430</id><published>2005-01-26T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:47:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the epidemic is getting worse by the day.. even mr tommy lee has been infected.. this disease is spreading and its spreading fast.. NEWS FLASH - TEACHERS GOING CRAZY, CURE DESPERATELY NEEDED.. goodness.. this never happened 3 times in 2 weeks before.. ahh.. i've seen a worse teacher madness syndrome case before in P4.. the teacher slammed the door until it cracked down the middle.. we were taught by a relief teacher for the rest of the year.. hah.. and not to mention a new door for our classroom.. and one time i heard that a bapok teacher got immediate transfer after he scared a girl with a scary looking mask.. i don't know if thats true but the guy just disappeared from school in a poof.. there weren't any other stories so i believe lor.. will any hkps people remember mr hisham? bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll Smile And You'll Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go for soccer today.. didn't sign that soccer form.. didn't bring it to school.. didn't collect jersey.. didn't think of collecting jersey.. never will ever again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Won't Come Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the window's open for me to join club.. now 2 clubs are recruiting.. gombak and woodlands.. and i thought i'll play professionally.. having second thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't do something you'll regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just sit down doing nothing for the rest of my life till i die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyy.. i just came up wit something.. check this out - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jersey's a lie&lt;br /&gt;The bloody jersey's a lie&lt;br /&gt;your team's a poser band&lt;br /&gt;just like mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows that for instant poem? hah.. just add water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. listening to hanson now.. their old songs are nice.. i'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110674367193456430?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110674367193456430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110674367193456430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110674367193456430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110674367193456430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/epidemic-is-getting-worse-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110665460473114522</id><published>2005-01-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:03:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look good in glasses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.. i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore kahmin's spects during recess.. and this sec 3 girl (i forgot her name but she's my track junior) commented that i look cute.. what an insult.. i mean.. WHAT THE HECK.. I &lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt; LOOK CUTE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid english test.. y'noe, in my 10 years studying i never hated my english teachers.. well i guess thats all about to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies test.. i might just flunk this one.. i got confused by the questions and mixed up the triple Ls and the CHCs.. and its probably the first test ever that we're allowed to talk, make faces, hand signal,laugh, tell jokes and fall off chairs in funny positions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. i've been betrayed again.. this time its a small matter.. that stupid POA lesson desks.. sigh.. i've been betrayed so many times that it doesn't hurt anymore.. y'noe people.. secrets are actually meant to be &lt;b&gt;kept&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you people who hate me, you have failed cos i'm still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110665460473114522?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110665460473114522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110665460473114522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110665460473114522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110665460473114522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-look-good-in-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110640620663897873</id><published>2005-01-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:03:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call this one "The Campfire Song Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's gather 'round the campfire&lt;br /&gt;And sing our campfire song.&lt;br /&gt;Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't think that we can&lt;br /&gt;Sing it faster then you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But it'll help if you just sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam bam bam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song&lt;br /&gt;C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't think that we can&lt;br /&gt;Sing it faster then you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But it'll help if you just sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song&lt;br /&gt;Patrick!&lt;br /&gt;SONG! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E...&lt;br /&gt;Squidward!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll help, It'll help&lt;br /&gt;If you just sing along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone knows the chords for this song then please tell me.. thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. went for the retreat.. i learnt how to play warcraft by watching derrick play.. almost beat stone in my first game.. almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring.. chatting with BJ and sarah.. BJ and joseph on the same com.. i really dun wanna know about that man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've really been thinking whether to withdraw from the squad or not.. i feel i'd be a burden to the team.. an unnecessary one.. but then again if i stay i'll get a chance to play in the nationals, even though like last year most prob not.. if i withdraw then its the end of the road for my playing days for hong kah.. no chance whatsoever to represent school again.. at most i join gombak professionally la but heck.. the pay is so unattractive.. i'd rather go work for motorola again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dg tomorrow.. staying up late.. gonna watch spongebob.. terra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110640620663897873?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110640620663897873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110640620663897873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110640620663897873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110640620663897873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-call-this-one-campfire-song-song.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110621907268059201</id><published>2005-01-20T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:04:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thats it.. i've had enough.. top 25 or not, i don't give a fuck.. so what if i get a jersey? so fucking what? if you don't play me then that jersey is just a fucking lie.. i'm not gonna waste my time in the team.. no fucking way.. and that bloody code of conduct is just a fucking excuse.. its just a list of rules on how to show other people how perfect us soccer players are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abide by all school rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Complete all academic work &amp; assignments (not humanly possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Abide by all team rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. Attend all training without fail&lt;br /&gt;ii. inform teacher in charge if unable to attend&lt;br /&gt;iii. bring training gear to school every morning so as to not go home after school&lt;br /&gt;iv. Be punctual for training &amp; wih proper attire&lt;br /&gt;v. Work hard during training, follow all instructions of teacher in charge on &amp; off field&lt;br /&gt;vi. Help out in equiptment before and after training and matches when requested by captain/quartermaster&lt;br /&gt;vii. Be Supportive of team-mates as a player or substitute during matches&lt;br /&gt;viii. Play with fairness and sportsmanship by following rules of game at all times&lt;br /&gt;ix. uphold the good name of the team and school at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say fuck this list of rules.. if being a school team reserve means having to sit down for the whole match doing nothing then i'd rather not have the jersey.. &lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE, BLACK BALLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is not a very happy day for our class.. as if ms hikma crying in class is not enough, TSM had to cry too.. i don't understand why they chose this kind of tactic to persuade us to conform to their way of teaching.. if ms tan could survive us last year then how could hardy ms hikma break down after only 3 weeks? and the last period was obviously mdm tay's fault.. as if she didn't know IZ was the explosive kind.. she purposely provoke him until he blew his top.. if i were him i'd do the same after all that.. stupid.. 2 teachers crying on the same day.. what are the odds of that? for all you know it could've been planned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110621907268059201?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110621907268059201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110621907268059201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110621907268059201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110621907268059201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110614065775436643</id><published>2005-01-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:17:37.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;went to school to sleep.. no mood to do anything.. thanks to shaheda for even trying to cheer me up.. it helped abit.. &lt;br /&gt;had friendly against non-league (if you'd like to call them that) Shuqun sec.. i tell you the playing conditions there was super bad.. first, the pitch was tiny.. and i mean tiny.. and just nice on the left flank there is a little bit of the edge of a manhole cover.. and imagine chasing the ball within touching distance of big trees.. SCARY.. if not careful, tripping over the roots could end your season even before it starts.. my goodness.. and not to mention the bumpy ground and the lack of form in the players.. in the end drew 4-4.. all the goals we conceded were free kicks.. in fact, SOFT free kicks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much in school.. maybe cos i hate school.. maybe cos school hates me.. okay.. anyway, had a friendly with our local rivals Jurongville from across the jurong canal.. they're in our group in the tournament and they wouldn't be a problem since they got whacked 5-0 by our second string squad.. heh.. i think my partnership with zulkifly has improved alot in the past 2 games.. its gonna be a pity if i don't get selected.. i'm gonna be fighting for my place against hafiz.. it seems he has qualities that i don't and vice versa.. mr razak has already made it clear he would only pick one of us and not both.. well, if i get selected then good la.. if i don't then.... haha.. GOOD LAH!!! CAN JOIN CLUB!!! WOO HOO!!! heh.. then can send ayu home everyday.. :x heh.. ah whatever la..&lt;br /&gt;took same bus as ming guang on the way home.. the whole bus ride he was going on and on about the two pretty fuhua girls sitting at the back.. now i want to make it clear that fuhua has no pretty girls.. AND ming guang has no taste in girls and will DEFINETELY have no future in becoming a barber.. he can't cut hair for nuts.. and no, ming guang, they aren't twins.. plus i only liked the pink bag.. not the girl carrying it.. thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110614065775436643?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110614065775436643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110614065775436643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110614065775436643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110614065775436643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110597638438437555</id><published>2005-01-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:39:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a game that you can't quit.. You just die and go to the next stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.. i feel weird.. it seems like there's a price for my head or something.. i know i'm a very popular topic when it comes to gossips among the teachers.. mr ng told me he heard some 'complaints' from several teachers during the first week of school.. he said i didn't hand up alot of assignments.. then when i look back, i remembered that there wasn't any 'assignments' that i didn't do in the first week.. then he accused me of lying.. so much for the teacher i trust most.. ah then that week, mr cheen caught me wearing ankle socks.. then out came that cheeky I-GOT-YOU smile.. but i got away with that cos he spoke really softly until i cannot hear a single thing except ANKLE SOCKS.. then just yesterday he walked around the canteen looking for his next victim.. he gave me that I'LL GETCHA ONE DAY look.. GRRR.. WHY ME?? heh.. he caught someone eating outside the canteen.. good thing i didn't buy my peanuts..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so dead now.. can't trust anyone anymore.. there goes the last name on the 'trusted adults list'.. i hate you 'adults'.. young adults, old adults, to-be adults, wannabe adults.. you know what? i think i hate everyone.. i hate you babies, toddlers, children, teenagers, adults, senior citizens, dead bodies, living bodies, young at heart, old at heart.. i hate everyone who knows me, everyone who don't and everyone who wants to.. i hate all you who's ever liked me, hated me, dispised me, envied me, looked down on me, looked up to me, seen me as a rolemodel or a pile of shit.. i hate that guy staring back at me, following my every move, every muscle i twitch, every face i make, yea, that guy that looks like me, walks like me, talks like me.. what a great plastic surgeon that guy has.. and yea.. i hate his plastic surgeon too.. i hate you people who are working, playing, sleeping, eating, reading my blog, NOT reading my blog and the guy sitting on the window sill 20 floors up waiting for the ground to come up and hit him in his face.. i hate you computer repair men.. nobody needs you people.. once a com has a virus then its time to get a new one.. no repair needed.. RIPOFFS!! and yea.. i hate you people who program anti-virus software that don't work and yet lie about the state of the com.. yea.. I HATE YOU MICROSOFT, APPLE OR WHATEVER COMPANY THAT MANUFACTURE THE WORST INVENTION EVER.. I HATE BILL GATES FOR THE INVENTION THAT MADE LIBRARIES OBSOLETE.. I HATE ALL THE 251 VIRUSES IN MY HARD DISKS THAT CAN'T BE DELETED, QUARENTINED, OR CLEANED!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've managed to tire my brain out.. finally i can get to sleep.. and i'm not entirely in a happy mood now.. God knows what i'm even happy for.. God knows why I've not been taken home yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God If It Is Your Will For Me To Live On Then So Be It. I'll Live It To The Fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110597638438437555?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110597638438437555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110597638438437555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110597638438437555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110597638438437555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-game-that-you-cant-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110536481050986475</id><published>2005-01-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:46:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. i'm sitting on the floor.. my com's on the floor too.. thats cos i've just done the second phase of turning my room from an odinary lazy guy's room into an odinary lazy guy's room with attitude.. dumped the TV, dismantled the drawer thingy and the stupid red computer table top.. the first phase was turning my wardrobe (75% of the clothes inside's not mine) into a guitar cupboard with an Arsenal background.. now how 'bout that? the next phase is removing the dumb cushioning thing arond my bed then dismantling my trophy cabinet and all the connected stuff.. then i'll move the other good-fer-nuts cabinet over to near the door and WALLAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. it'll take a few weeks la.. i gtg.. mums nagging.. and plus my ass hurts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110536481050986475?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110536481050986475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110536481050986475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110536481050986475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110536481050986475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110509401162392660</id><published>2005-01-07T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:33:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one week down.. alot more to go.. i could just die now..&lt;br /&gt;saw ayu after maths class.. she waved.. i didn't respond.. and i was just talking with zul about our PSL juniors being too proud to respond to our 'hi's.. ahh.. disappointing..&lt;br /&gt;walked past the old 3T1 classroom on the way for recess.. guess who was the relief teacher inside.. Ms Lee Chew Lian aka Ah Lian.. my ex track senior and godsis.. where my PSLs failed to make an impact in me, she did.. hah.. i can still remember that infamous line,"I tell mr razak then you know".. i'm not sure if she's the one who said this when i was at the starting line of the 100m-"imagine you stepped on an angry dog's tail and now it wants your ass".. but it works for me.. &lt;br /&gt;*Salute To Lee Chew Lian*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tommy Lee won't be coming on wednesday.. hah.. now if only Chew Lian takes over as relief.. that'll be fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110509401162392660?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110509401162392660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110509401162392660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110509401162392660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110509401162392660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-week-down.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110493271361659218</id><published>2005-01-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:45:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cell groupings are out!!! but i'm not telling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today.. welcomed 2 new people, hafiz and aizzudin(how to spell?).. both left wingers.. well, a little bit of competition won't hurt right? went to zul's for lunch.. had no cash on me so why not eat free maggi mee..&lt;br /&gt;i so hate this system man.. mark my words - I'M NOT COMING BACK NEXT YEAR EVEN IF IT MEANS GOING TO ITE!!! don't anyone dare use soccer to lure me back.. i don't even want a jersey this season.. well i hope i don't.. then i'll have lots of time for other commitments.. &lt;br /&gt;oh gombak here i come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110493271361659218?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110493271361659218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110493271361659218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110493271361659218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110493271361659218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/cell-groupings-are-out-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110483471577158328</id><published>2005-01-04T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:31:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday.. did games for the first time.. played some game joel thought would be fun.. hah.. wilson was something to laugh about.. went to kallang after JYM.. watched Singapore vs Myanmar with caleb, joel chua, ivan, david, and ryan.. great atmosphere at the start but then things later turned ugly.. dustbin covers, umbrellas, plastic bottles and hardcore fan t-shirts flew here and there.. some landed on the pitch.. some dumb myanmar fan tried to pick a fight with skinheads.. and he got it.. off to hospital, dude.. and subramani got hit in the face by a water bottle.. ouch.. havoc man.. pure havoc.. and i was there to witness it..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. first day of my probable last year of school.. y'noe, i hated the old system but now i hate the new system alot more.. first, moving one person (teacher) from each class is so much easier than moving the whole class between periods.. less lessons but more periods.. why? because we take very long to walk from one class to another.. who suggested US walking in the first place? and then the teachers say its because we wanted to 'americanize' so they implemented this system.. but guess what? americans have &lt;b&gt;LOCKERS&lt;/b&gt; to put their stuff.. we, on the other hand, have to carry a day's worth of books up and down stairs to and fro classes.. if EVERY student is very fit then i wouldn't mind la.. but what the hell we'll surely see some people &lt;i&gt;pengsan&lt;/i&gt; one la.. ah whatever.. i'm not intending to stay for another year anyway.. so pity the motivated people.. thinking twice about sec 5 now eh?&lt;br /&gt;had friendly against bukit batok sec.. won 11-0.. i started on the bench but subbed lil' abdullah after 15 minutes.. scored on my second touch of the game.. then later on i was lucky enough to recieve a nice ball but i flunked it.. i bet the keeper forgot he was playing on wet ground before the ball slipped through between his legs an into the goal.. hah.. okay.. so it wasn't a very good performance by the whole team.. their left-back, azman, was my primary school strike partner.. ahh.. those were the days..&lt;br /&gt;today.. carried a full load of books in my bag.. SCREW THE SYSTEM!! and i brought CHINESE TEXTBOOK!!! what the heck.. no celebration fer me?? hah.. oh well.. slept through half of chinese lesson anyway.. err okayyyy my internet's screwed up.. i'm not connected.. SHIT!! that means i can't post this!! oh yea.. i just realised i could use notepad.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110483471577158328?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110483471577158328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110483471577158328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110483471577158328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110483471577158328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110459345319904265</id><published>2005-01-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T08:00:44.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. so i made a big wish on my birthday - that my home would become a studio so i wouldn't have to pay to jam.. but THIS? i think its being overdone.. when the drumset came in, all i needed was just a guitar amp.. but what did dad bring in? 2 gigantic peavey speakers, an unused speaker from the sanctuary, a sub-woofer and an amp for the keyboard.. ALL I NEEDED WAS A GUITAR AMP!!!! FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to clementi to play soccer with some cogs ppl.. hah.. played in the rain.. so fun.. ate lunch after that.. jesse paid.. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. read up on some punk articles just now.. pretty cool.. they consider Jesus as Punk.. now how 'bout that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110459345319904265?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110459345319904265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110459345319904265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110459345319904265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110459345319904265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110451671695293403</id><published>2005-01-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T02:11:56.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy.. supposed to cut my hair on thursday but what the heck.. went out with hsin qin, janelle, jason, chris, jabez and the yeos.. went to cine.. watched national treasure.. i still have the same question for the director.. how the heck did that ian guy know that the gates guy got arrested? eh.. stoopid or stoopid?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that went to play cards in church then went to play LAN.. heheh.. i still rock at CS.. then i rushed to church for PA duty.. toopid..&lt;br /&gt;today..... went to uncle ben's to help carry drums to raffles hotel.. aaron friggin' smoked in the car in front of ma friggin' face.. f tha fella.. my nose irritated me to death on the way home.. argh.. again, i skipped a chance to cut my hair just cos the queue was too long.. what the heck.. okay.. then went to church at around 8.. played soccer in the audi.. SO fun.. anyway, went upstairs with stone to do PA.. got bored so we decided to buy drinks at esso.. ended up sitting with uncle ben in the audi.. then had to talk into the mic.. gah.. and yes sarah.. you're gonna take ur whole family to egypt in 2005 eh?.. take me along too... heh.. anyway, i was really sleepy during service so i had to pay extra attention since i was manning the projections.. not bad for my first time yea? y'noe it takes some skill to change slides.. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. now i shall set goals for myself for 2005..&lt;br /&gt;keep my discipline record clean (which i haven't done in 4 years)&lt;br /&gt;grow taller.. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;study hard&lt;/s&gt; (y'noe, someone once told me not to set impossible goals)&lt;br /&gt;get along with TSM (which can be done by not attending her classes)&lt;br /&gt;go past stage 11 for 'beep' test&lt;br /&gt;&lt; 10 min for 2.4 km&lt;br /&gt;produce demo album (COS)&lt;br /&gt;100m &amp; 200m GOLD MEDAL&lt;br /&gt;soccer west zone GOLD MEDAL&lt;br /&gt;soccer national TOP 4&lt;br /&gt;regular first 11&lt;br /&gt;at least 5 goals throughout whole season&lt;br /&gt;lots more.. i'm not telling you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110451671695293403?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110451671695293403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110451671695293403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110451671695293403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110451671695293403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110422070398058470</id><published>2004-12-28T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:58:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrite.. i'm back from youth leaders' retreat.. i've been appointed to do activities with Joel.. nothing much about that except Joyce is really good at table soccer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last sunday of the year.. had gift exchange.. i lost my gift but took one anyway.. a cool glow in the dark skeleton arm pen.. didn't have much ink in it la.. heck.. i'll put it on my bike.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110422070398058470?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110422070398058470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110422070398058470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110422070398058470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110422070398058470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/alrite.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110398899456586005</id><published>2004-12-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:36:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on my room is out of bounds to anyone under 155cm in height.. YES! that includes you short people out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ANGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, they press my com's restart button for no apparent reason.. then they sit on and meddle with MY guitar.. but nevermind.. i'm a nice guy.. well, not until they grab Sarah's present and dropped it on the floor.. bloody shit.. then i had to replace the bloody cover.. in Sarah's words, RAWRRRRR!!!! anyway, kid's dad came in.. and he even offered to clean out ALL my trojans for me.. then my com hanged.. i SO hate this com.. so much for trojan clearance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home today cos i wanted to resume writing christmas cards for everyone.. ended up burning up most of them.. lazy to make again la so whoever doesn't recieve anything from me too bad la.. i think i'm left with only 5.. one of them has the lemon juice thingy.. i think its ryan's.. other lucky ones include Stone, Aik Hong, Kristen and Sarah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid of fire.. i just enjoy watching things burn.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110398899456586005?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110398899456586005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110398899456586005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110398899456586005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110398899456586005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-kids-arghhhh-from-now-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110397438216634678</id><published>2004-12-25T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:33:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Punk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEE!!! I'VE GOT HALF HOUR OF POWER!!! Thanks To SARAH!!!! YOU ROCK MAN! i almost flipped when i opened the wrapping paper.. i almost bought it in malacca.. in the end i bought Sarah's present with the money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.. my dad's side's relatives are here.. gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110397438216634678?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110397438216634678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110397438216634678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110397438216634678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110397438216634678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-punk-weee-ive-got-half.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110386930982385676</id><published>2004-12-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T14:21:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friendly on wednesday.. we won 7-1.. a suprise to those who left at half time.. it as only 1-1 then..razak said i played well.. reluctant to take me out even after i asked for a drink 3 times.. i attacked that flank all the way man.. he took me out in the last minute.. like finally.. and thats just cos i got injured.. anyway, weidi waited for me to finish and we left for his house.. bought microwave soya chicken rice at 7-11.. it sucked but still i finished it since i was hungry..weidi stayed over that night at my place.. watched final destination 2, black hawk down and what a girl wants.. weidi snores like a pig man.. and he wouldn't even wake up to a ferrero rocher thrown at his stomach.. goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm bored.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110386930982385676?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110386930982385676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110386930982385676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110386930982385676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110386930982385676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/friendly-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110363525418670423</id><published>2004-12-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T21:20:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. weidi came over today.. he's still here.. i think.. we jammed for quite a while before he realised my guitar had one string missing.. i restringed it yesterday and that one string was too short so i left it.. okay.. after that we had a choice of going to IMM or bukit timah.. both were within biking distance but according to the IMM people, their shop will be moving to bukit timah soon.. we took the gamble to go to bukit timah and lo and behold - not open.. so we went upstairs to a guitar shop to buy.. not much of a variety of strings but i bought a set anyway.. the guy there is damn fierce la.. he thinks i'm stupid la.. Shine can never beat Epi la.. stupid fella.. then scold me for small things.. cheeeeken.. okay.. all bad things have positive sides too.. cycled to Sarah's place for a while.. haven't seen her for 1++ week okayyy.. uh huh.. i took over the bike until the mosque there.. then i let weidi have the handle.. and thanks to him i now have tyreburns on both legs.. how reckless.. okay.. detoured to gombak 7-11 to buy my sis' dinner.. microwave spaghetti.. of course whats a trip to 7-11 without slurpees?? 2 for $2.. hah.. cycled SLOWLY home and reached home to a starving ol' sister.. i dun think spaghetti is enough la.. too bad for her.. hah.. i'm evil.. okay.. got a match tomorrow.. against our local rivals, Pioneer Sec.. and our school field is only half painted.. gonna paint the other half tomorrow.. stupid.. i dun believe we are SO poor until we can't hire someone to paint the stupid lines.. ugh.. i'll go outside and watch tv now.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110363525418670423?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110363525418670423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110363525418670423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110363525418670423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110363525418670423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay_21.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110346913966147317</id><published>2004-12-20T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:54:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. here's what i learnt during the mission trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jason Ng Song Jun' simply means Jason is loose and handsome&lt;br /&gt;The word 'Bomb' means shit and the chinese word for it means deep fried eggs&lt;br /&gt;'Ham and cheese' in malaysia is actually called 'Cheese Ham'&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian CD shops still order &gt;6 year old albums&lt;br /&gt;ACAB CDs are more expensive than linkin park and sum 41.. i guess mat music is more popular there&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Jerseys come with a free Theirry Henry figurine&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs and chicken are cheaper and bigger than in singapore&lt;br /&gt;Jason is vegeterian but he eats chicken, beef, mutton etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.. stop asking me what i learnt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. can't remember the whole week but i'll just put down what i can.. we arrived at the newly built bus interchange in central melaka at about noon.. waited for help for some time.. help indeed came in the form of Ryan's aunt.. she told us what bus to take to get to hollitel and boy were we suprised.. the public bus was horrible.. i know why chewing gum is banned in singapore now.. there were chunks of it on the bus parking bay.. probably thrown out by annoyed commuters.. okay.. at hollitel, we met Ai Ling.. she's one of the Word Place ppl.. according to her there were Word place staff already at the terminal waiting for us.. well i guess we didn't see them.. went to word place to get the place prepared and it was really tiring pasting then drawing out cupboards and shelves.. one of the books actually read "reading for dummies".. and another one "Hsin Qin and the handsome prince".. it was blurted out from the horse's mouth.. it all started when we ran out of story titles.. hah.. okay.. now i want u to imagine something.. don't lawrence and joycelyn look cute together? oh yea.. hsin qin and janelle too.. oops.. i have a deal with janelle to stop talking about this matter as soon as i step onto singapore.. but then i'm not saying anything right? i'm TYPING it all out.. hah.. okay.. she's gonna kill me if she sees this.. oh yea.. speaking of janelle, she became my twin sista somewhere during the week.. but still, I'M OLDER by 2 &lt;s&gt;years&lt;/s&gt; minutes.. dunno whose bright idea it was.. ahhh.. anyway, hsin qin came up with a parody to justin timberlake's rock your body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't be so quick to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray wit' Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was like during devotion and everyone was falling asleep..&lt;br /&gt;hsin qin was the clown of the whole trip.. it all 'comes naturally'.. of cos he was the butt of most of the jokes.. everything he does and says seem to tell us he's trying too hard to get close to janelle.. okay jan, i guess i'm really pushing my luck now right? oh well.. okay.. anyway, tues to thurs was about the same.. Ryan had to do that gay catwalk 5 times.. Lawrence did the last one.. we went to jonkers on thursday night.. jason bought a pair of penguin walkie talkies and we got 3 keychains for jabez, jason and myself.. friday evening and saturday morning were the evangelistic events and there were 30++ salvations.. oh the Lord is SO good.. Jabez and Chris left malacca on saturday noon.. we went to jonkers that night again to replace jason's spoilt penguin.. then headed back to hollitel..on suday morning, we packed up our stuff and headed back to singapore.. okay.. i'll tell you some stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: hey, Joycelyn, Ryan's not doing the catwalk thing today.&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: izzit? then who's doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: your &lt;b&gt;darling&lt;/b&gt; (Lawrence) lah. who else?&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: huh? what's he doing there?&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;later that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: so, you acknowledge Lawrence as your darling now, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: NO LAH!! HE'S NOT MY DARLING!! He's my boy- eerr.. i mean friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. next story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during dinner one night, Jabez just so happened to be wearing a shirt that read,"Jesus Died To Save U".. our table barely touched any food cos we were laughing too much.. Jabez was sitting between Janelle and Joycelyn and they were laughing hystarically.. suddenly, Jabez shouted,"OH PLEASE SOMEBODY SAVE ME"!! then lawrence replied,"hey.. Jesus Died To Save YOU"!!&lt;br /&gt;apperently that was lawrence's best and only joke during the trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i might add more after my return from training later.. see ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110346913966147317?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110346913966147317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110346913966147317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110346913966147317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110346913966147317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay_20.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110277687836068624</id><published>2004-12-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:54:38.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of mission training today.. rehersed both plays briefly.. after that we went out for lunch at noodle house.. had 2 plates of mushroom hor fun.. then after that wet to starbucks to satisfy our cravings for mocha frap... then went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after reaching home i left to meet weidi at cck.. then went to uncle ben's to buy a guitar.. like finally.. i brought 40 bucks to buy a bike seat but ended up buying the TGM.. yea.. uncle ben was there.. he tried to teach me to play Dance but i still dun quite get that really cheem chord.. went home to test out my new weapon after that.. walked past sarah's family without noticing.. heh.. i guess we were trying too hard to not attract any attention.. okay.. back to the guitar.. finally something i can jump around with.. any strap would snap when i jumped around with the ol' epi.. yea.. i'm yet to unstring it to give it a good thorough clean.. i'll do that after i return.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i accomplished 2 out of 3 things today.. hang out with my crew (although its only 2 ppl) and spend my second round of salary.. so there.. i gotta go sleep.. 5.30 am wake up call tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110277687836068624?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110277687836068624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110277687836068624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110277687836068624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110277687836068624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-mission-training-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110268302608219507</id><published>2004-12-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:50:26.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea.. so i screwed up on the last day of camp.. WHY MUST IT ALL COME BACK TO HAUNT ME?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i can't do a thing about it now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the stupid drum set delivery has been postponed to monday.. so sad.. it'll have to wait 6 days for my return from malacca just to jam it real good.. sigh.. i'll have to focus on the trip first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mission training yesterday.. joyclyn FINALLY beat my kbounce high score on the linux.. and i played the best round of pool i've ever played.. yea.. against hsin qin.. he's always a good competitor.. it was a close match but he won by just a bit.. ryan tried over too hard to explain why sprite blue is a precipitate and not a solution.. i still don't know which is right.. oh i hate chemistry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to collect my second round of salary this afternoon.. not much can be done with $84 though.. after that i ate my lunch and bought some stuff no one ever thought a kid like me would be buying.. a wrench and a can of metallic spray paint.. and of course ultra light electric guitar strings and a capo.. and then i came home to slack.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110268302608219507?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110268302608219507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110268302608219507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110268302608219507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110268302608219507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110252166251363219</id><published>2004-12-08T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:01:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;went for mission training on monday.. the chinese congregation youth pastor came down to teach us how to preach the gospel in chinese.. heh.. at least i still can remember some colors ok.. qing is green, hei is black, hong is red, bai is white and jing is gold.. hah.. somebody please say i rock.. ah.. anyway after all that henry declared that only janelle and myself will be allowed to be in english speaking groups.. i guess he knows i'm not cut out for this chinese thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah (how do you spell her name?) who plays the main character has pulled out of this cos she's scared.. then she asked janelle to take over the leading role.. now janelle has 2 roles to play.. hah.. good luck to her man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practised the christmas carnival play just now.. Baby Jesus almost became a rifle.. in the end we used a pillow.. ended quite late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta be in church at 11 tomorrow.. we'll be practicing until quite late at night.. i think.. we really got no time to relax man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Boy's A Time Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110252166251363219?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110252166251363219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110252166251363219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110252166251363219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110252166251363219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-for-mission-training-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110234278533763795</id><published>2004-12-06T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:19:45.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. camp.. lets see.. can't remember day 1.. okay.. day 2.. er.. can't remember too.. day 3.. went to play soccer during free time and some guy walked up to us and tried to sell us perfume.. lucky auntie lip chuen was nearby to chase him away.. i've seen him somewhere before.. he gave bob a watch.. yea.. for free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, we (stone + me) stupidly went straight to the bunks to drink.. for the rest of the night (and morning) i tried really hard not to talk.. cos if i do i'll say something stupid.. then i'll start doing something stupid.. its all from experience..&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; lets go chase the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stone ( sir stupid ) went to hang out with his girlfriend, aik hong.. she and her big mouth la.. i dun wanna start bothering about her la.. anyway, went cycling with joel pang, sarah, moses, ben and melissa.. cycled to one end then to 7-11 just for air con.. moses got scolded just cos he didn't see the bicycle parking thingy.. then i forgot the rest of the morning.. missed the sunrise.. wait.. what sunrise? the sky just became brighter and thats all.. no sun.. no rise.. just a brightened sky.. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;feed me sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stone started stoning right from the time he woke up to the time he went home.. i heard melissa got a scolding from henry but i'm not sure why.. if its because of &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; problem then i'll have to say she doesn't deserve it cos it wasn't her fault.. it was mine.. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to COGS yesterday.. all of those who asked for my number were girls.. i'm so dissed.. am i not attractive to guys anymore? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know who my angel is.. i even forgot who my mortal is.. well, its called retribution.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110234278533763795?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110216960951037926</id><published>2004-12-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:13:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dude... i am still so stoned.. i'll go to sleep or something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110216960951037926?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110216960951037926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110216960951037926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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taufik wins the MATS RULE!!! since i'm a mat rock, whoever wins deserves it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to camp tomorrow.. as usual my bags are not packed yet.. i'll wait till stone comes over then i'll see what i need to bring.. hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110182489423406454?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110182489423406454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110182489423406454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110182489423406454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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man.. and yea.. not to mention i slammed myself into the gate while trying to save one ball.. my shoulder and knee hurts.. ouch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren wanted to go somewhere far away so he wouldn't have to go home so early.. so i suggested we go causway point to buy some stuff.. when we were at dover mrt station i realised my ezlink had no money so i used the 6 bucks i had on me to top up.. there goes my cash.. so instead of going causeway we stopped a stop earlier just to go kachiau sarah at uncle ben's.. i like the TGM.. its cheap too.. after that went to the downstairs bike shop to see see.. then went back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad was waiting for me when i reached home.. we were supposed to be at ana's house for dinner.. i couldn't not go.. i was looking forward to this dinner even though i was tired.. i get to see my nephew and niece.. yay.. hah.. ok.. da dinner didn't rock like i thought it would but hey.. i didn't even know ana could cook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.. i just know that lil' guy at uncle ben's will play punk rock one day.. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUNK ROCK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110174250325360080?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110174250325360080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110174250325360080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110174250325360080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110174250325360080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/went-to-church-at-like-about-1.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110164291068857736</id><published>2004-11-28T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T19:55:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOHOOO!! I'M BACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for malacca early in the morning.. haziq couldn't get through the singapore side just cos he was using an old passport.. dunno why he could appear in the hotel that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went straight for lunch upon arrival at malacca at some golf resort.. then we headed off to visit the butterfly sanctuary.. not much butterflies there to see but still its the best place to go when in malacca.. the main reason is definetly because of the sex crazed gibbons at the front of the sanctuary.. the rare white one seemed to be very much attracted to adam.. it wanted him so bad that it rattled the cage like a mad monkey.. he was so damn scared then.. really funny.. you gotta be there to believe it.. anyway, khai started his nonsense taking photos with the wooden statues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went off to the bee farm.. the bloody tour guide spoke his whole speech in malay so i decided to walk around on my own.. i sampled all the types of honey there was and concluded that pure honey still rocks.. the worse one has got to be the ginger honey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, walked to mini malaysia.. i better warn anyone who wants to go to malacca DO NOT GO THERE! its really boring.. all you can do there is visit empty traditional malaysian houses.. end of story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we checked into the hotel.. emperor hotel.. it sucks.. really sucks.. the rooms are not so bad but the games room sucks.. the dartboard has a white board and a duster.. but where's the marker? the pool table has no cue ball and costs 2 ringgit.. the table soccer costs 1 ringgit but guess what? only one ball.. there's a piano there too but it would've been really great if it was &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; tuned.. in the room, there were three switches on the bedside table - TV on/off, TV volume, TV channel.. only the first one works.. so we had to take turns to change channel at night.. oh.. did i mention? i shared the same room as abang skinhead, adam.. that just means that i won't get free shampoo... please.. laugh.. oh yea.. the free shower stuff there is only enough for one bath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early.. around 7.30.. and we were supposed to have breakfast at 8.. so it was 15 min each in the shower.. adam looked really funny in his 'extended boxers'.. after breakfast, we visited the red buildings.. including the church that my dad always poses for pictures on every visit.. i wanted to take a pic there too but then my phone died.. then we walked up the hill and visited francis xavier's statue.. someone chopped off his right hand.. hah.. after that went down the hill to a'famosa fort.. its tiny.. so we just walked past it like nothing.. then after that, we were allowed to spend an hour in the kite museum.. we went in, sat down and some of us fell asleep.. adam went into one of the exhibits and posed with a kite.. hah.. after that, we went to the maritime museum.. its just an old portugese ship.. thats all.. after that we crossed the road to a local shopping complex where i bought a wrist band thingy that looks like snake skin and a guitar keychain with my name on it.. i wanted to buy one for weidi but then i only had S$50 and no ringgit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the hotel for a good one hour.. packed up our gear and off to the stadium to play matrix FC.. i tell you, i gotta hand it to them for being the undesputed kings of ripoffs.. they gave us this small adidas ball as a suveniour and on it was the real madrid crest.. above that crest in marker ink was the words "MATRIX F.C" and if you know the real madrid crest well it just has MFC on it.. cheapskate.. but at least it was an original ball.. anyway, i played a little less than 10 minutes and we won 3-1.. so there.. at least i played.. had dinner in the stadium with the opponents and went off to pasar malam.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the popcorn at the pasar malam is better than any singapore cinema popcorn man.. and its only 1 ringgit a packet.. mr said treated us to some chicked on a stick thingy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the hotel to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same morning as day 2.. hah.. shortcut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast, we packed up our stuff and checked out.. then we boarded the bus and wet shopping at Tan Kim Hock.. i bought peanuts and durian dodol.. then back up on the bus.. dropped off at Mahkota Parade Shopping centre for some major shopping spree.. unfortunately for me i only bought 2 things.. a cap and a minature model guitar.. and there goes my money.. its strange how so much money can disappear at the appearance of just 2 items.. its a wierd world out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 hours of shopping, we were on the bus, home bound.. arrived in school at 6 plus.. so there.. the melaka trip story..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110164291068857736?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110164291068857736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110164291068857736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110164291068857736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110164291068857736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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new toy.. costs 99 bucks and takes me from jurong east to CCK in less than half an hour.. armed with sick front subs and a cool set of wheels, this baby tears up every road (i mean pavement.. well, at least for now..) it looks real cool now.. well, except for some minor details like the stupid stand thingy, the lame pedals and the stone hard seat, it rocks.. after all this crap, if u still don't know what i'm talking about then i'm really sorry for you.. its a bloody bike.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go pack my stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110140078296581794?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110140078296581794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to church today.. had the carwash thingy.. i think i know where the car owners went after service - to a &lt;b&gt;PROPER&lt;/b&gt; car wash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the education forum.. something to think about.. hah.. my future.. i tell you what.. i'll go to ITE and take some mechanics course then after i get my cert i'll borrow someone's car and i'll go pimp it and ask the owner to pay for it.. yea.. then i'll get more customers and i'll be rich enough to buy my all time favourite cars, Ferrari F50 (by then it'll be considered vintage) and Volkswagon Beetle.. yea.. and i'll install the ferrari engine into the beetle.. i love the sound of a roaring ferrari.. and i'll put the body in my bedroom and convert it into my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.. dream on.. my dreams never come true.. maybe i shouldn't be watching too much Monster Garage.. sometimes discovery channel can be bad for your mental health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway had music pract for the upcoming camp in december.. even the worship team is combined.. i'm just happy its not stone on the drums anymore.. prac was quite dead until we started One Way.. then er.. it went all dead again.. the guitarist, Benjamin, strangely got all excited when he had to do the Everyday intro.. but hey, at least i made a new friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked stone to persuade PJ to give me my salary before friday.. who else can i ask? PJ stays right below his flat.. i've done my calculations and i've concluded that i'll get at least S$322.50.. $CHING$CHING$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a present for you i'll shut up and go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110105442193895019?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110105442193895019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110105442193895019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110105442193895019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110105442193895019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/went-to-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110095840129755688</id><published>2004-11-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:46:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's pretty slack.. went to school at 10 for a briefing on the trip.. i get jersey number 17.. mamat gets 11.. hah.. its gonna be funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home for a while then headed to kallang.. worked 1 hour 45 mins.. yea.. ONLY.. came at 2, left at 3.45.. even the supervisor couldn't believe that i came just for $10.50 worth of work.. but even then its quite tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan wanted us all to go out.. aaron went somewhere with his aunt.. hello kitty and sherlie went home leaving only lil' louis and myself.. so i went home.. took same bus as hello kitty.. she slept like a pig.. a fat pig.. see.. i made so many new friends in a few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry sarah.... couldn't go today... wait.. i mean i could la.. just that i didn't.. i kinda took a nap when i came home and woke up aching all over.. damn.. excuses, excuses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just go and watch the news now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110095840129755688?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110095840129755688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110095840129755688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110095840129755688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110095840129755688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-pretty-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110087320790898701</id><published>2004-11-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:06:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from work.. the HQ ppl found out about the cheating on wednesday.. faggot.. PJ gave us a good scolding.. now they want us to do unpaid re-do work.. i'm gonna go find PJ with aaron tomorrow.. we get half our pay then go off to queesway.. i might be helping out in the second project.. different working place and probably higher pay.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway with aaron to check out some prices.. he wants to buy a pair of gold total 90s.. i want my air max 365... we bought a custom nike jersey each.. 35 bucks a piece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.. need lots of rest..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110087320790898701?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110087320790898701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110087320790898701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110087320790898701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110087320790898701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110061800803504387</id><published>2004-11-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:13:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from work.. stone left halfway.. crazy fella.. take my comments so seriously.. damn poseur.. did 11 hours with aaron.. stone is NOT coming tomorrow.. WOOHOO!!! and haris is returning tomorrow.. DOUBLE WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to go buy new shoes at queensway on sat.. stone wants me to follow him to the music school for a while then watch a movie or something.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a new guitar.. i don't know if uncle ben sells Fender Stratocaster or Epiphone G400 Extreme.. if he does then good la.. can get discount..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110061800803504387?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/110061800803504387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=110061800803504387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110061800803504387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/110061800803504387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-came-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110056655355752259</id><published>2004-11-16T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T08:55:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for some time.. too tired la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so great.. now the bosses trust us alot man.. its just a pity that we're really good actors.. we're like cheating right under their noses and they don't know.. we're the only group that don't smoke and they say we don't slack.. hah.. they're blind.. anyway, some of us are doubting whether they'll pay us.. we'll have to wait till friday to find out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sarah's place on saturday after work for free dinner.. i noticed a box of sparklers in the kitchen.. the not so common kind.. didn't bother much about it though.. one box won't make a difference.. &lt;br /&gt;went upstairs played darts in tim's room.. stone landed one behind the cupboard.. i recommend banning him from darts for life..&lt;br /&gt;kristen's trying too hard to play dammit on the guitar.. hah.. she'll make it - in a year or two..&lt;br /&gt;sarah's skeleton is real weird.. breaks apart and can't be put back together.. the thinner version of humpty dumpty.. i tried to repair it.. but it was late.. i was the last one to leave man.. &lt;br /&gt;they all love my phone.. i hate my phone.. in fact, i hate everything to do with phones.. ESPECIALLY chargers.. motorola chargers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the children's home on sunday.. picked up a rag, soaked it, wanted to clean the windows.. justin and ivan was cleaning them.. wanted to clean the lights and glass panels, too short.. i'm so pathetic.. oh well, i just walked out to the back where the little boy said we could play soccer.. still i was caught.. had to pick leaves and pick leaves i did.. the stupid sweeping thingy couldn't move no leaves for nuts.. so i did what any asshole would do.. shove the leaves into the broom.. didn't look very smart but it works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow dude ranch just appeared on my comp.. my BURST! program shows that dude ranch is an unfinished download.. weird? well anyway good la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-110056655355752259?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-110017076526047168</id><published>2004-11-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T18:59:25.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa... lotsa things happening this week.. alright lets start with tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with sherwin to queensway.. he bought a pair of Total 90 IIIs.. i'm gonna buy Max Air Zoom 90 III soon.. firstly lots of posers are surfacing and they're copying me and my shoes.. buying something more expensive would stop them... anyway, went to bukit panjang after that for a while.. kinda stupid.. kicked a ball around for 10 mins and we had to go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, stone called me over.. i went.. of cos.. ended up in kallang for first day of work.. 5 bucks an hour till next friday.. everyday work 10 hours.. so, i think i'd get close to 500 bucks then.. and i'm gonna get that next week.. and some people get paid to answer phones for 200 a month.. hah.. my job is simple.. pack as many boxes of motorola handphone chargers as possible.. its not really that simple tho.. we gotta unpack then repack the chargers then put it back into the box.. its not as bad as i thought it would be.. well, not with a boss who gives us 5 minutes break and we went go out for almost half an hour.. pea-brained chap.. he would't notice if we stole one of those chargers.. yea.. and i already took a pen-knife.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. whatever.. i didn't go to work today cos the canteen aunty said they won't be open so i figured i couldn't work without any food.. so there.. my explaination for skipping work.. ok.. i really hope i remember to bring my discman tomorrow.. its super boring there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go sleep.. i'm really tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109995969990161108</id><published>2004-11-09T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T08:21:39.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.. i'm up early today.. i don't think i even slept last night.. freaking mosquitoes.. fucked up bugs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum gave me her samsung-i-dun-care-what-model-it-is phone.. y'noe what? i dun care what it does.. i just wanna take pictures.. 'the girl next door' got the sliding phone from my dad.. yea.. the samsung one.. the one that defies gravity with er.. gravity defying dance moves.. hah.. sucka.. seems like my parents endorse samsung.. so goodbye Noks.. hah.. nokia users are losers!! i've always wanted to say that man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with sherwin later.. queensway.. yes, that place again.. i hate that place but they sell great stuff there.. cheap too.. pirated CDs, food.. what? what were you thinking? Shoes? Boots? Jerseys? full of bull.. those stuff can buy from me cheap cheap.. no need go all the way there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's your holiday - &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109995969990161108?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109995969990161108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109995969990161108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109995969990161108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109995969990161108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109989252787100515</id><published>2004-11-08T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:42:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger's screwed up.. again.. can't do my template..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going soccer later.. i asked umar to report me sick but then i forgot i gotta go to give in my passport to razak if not i can't go for the trip.. faggot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozani came over just now.. so long haven't seen her.. hah.. i still got someone to call 'sister'.. not like some selfish female dog living in this house.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109989252787100515?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109989252787100515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109989252787100515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109989252787100515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109989252787100515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/bloggers-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109975353664792359</id><published>2004-11-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:05:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with henry and my DG ppl(exc. Raddy) to cathay... watched ladder 49.. henry was watching his phone the whole time.. bet he didn't know whats going on except that it was just a "firefighting show". they had this gala premiere of the incredibles then.. we were like going down the escalator when some people thought they saw Sylvester "Sly" Sim.. in the end, it was just a friggin' restaurant waiter.. what fools!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. now i order sherwin to shut his fucking mouth up about that bitch living in the same house as me.. i've got nothing to do with her.. lets just say she just moved in one day and my parents don't collect rent just cos they pitied her.. whatever it is, I DON'T WANNA KNOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109975353664792359?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109975353664792359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109975353664792359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109975353664792359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109975353664792359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/went-out-with-henry-and-my-dg-pplexc.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109962845900063643</id><published>2004-11-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:20:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is everyone so dumb? why is my mum so dumb to lend my sis her phone? why is my sis so dumb to think that i'm not caring about this matter and then taking the phone as if its hers? why is my dad so dumb not to say a thing about this? now i ask her nicely to lend me the phone for one fucking day and she breaks down and cry.. she's fuckin' used it for two whole weeks and all i asked was one fucking day.. then she says she'll let me use for the next 2 weeks starting monday.. she fucking noes i'm going off to malacca la.. she SO FUCKING KNOWS!!! from the day i was born she was plotting to make my life a living hell.. I SWEAR FROM NOW ON I WILL MAKE HER PAY.. I WILL TAKE EVERY CHANCE THAT COMES ALONG TO STAB HER IN THE BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i'll screw your leon till he turns gay.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!! RIGHT ACCROSS MY BEDROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats probably the first time i expressed anger and humour at the same time.. but seriously, SCREW YOU SISTA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109962845900063643?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109962845900063643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109962845900063643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109962845900063643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109962845900063643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-is-everyone-so-dumb-why-is-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109958198776194648</id><published>2004-11-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:26:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy!! i like dzuhir's msn nick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Devil Has Put A Penalty On All Things We Enjoy In Life. Either We Suffer In Health, Suffer In Soul Or &lt;b&gt;We Get Fat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what i did today... nothing.. well, except trying to start playing CM again.. yeah.. pretty much nuttin'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109958198776194648?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109958198776194648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109958198776194648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109958198776194648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109958198776194648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/heyy-i-like-dzuhirs-msn-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109949188501808508</id><published>2004-11-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:24:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is gonna go into the record books as the day it rained&lt;s&gt; cats and dogs &lt;/s&gt;roaches and frogs.. here's my side of the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left home wearing my long pants and PE shirt for soccer training.. it was pouring so i decided to take a longer walk to the bus stop under the blocks.. well, it was raining like no hell and there were some unsheltered parts in the route and after reaching the bus stop i really looked like i took a shower with my clothes on.. i tried drying myself up but my damn pants were still soaked.. after that took 180 to jurong east there.. had to cross the bridge but it was really raining hell so i decided to wait.. then while waiting i felt some weird feeling in my pants.. so i shake and shake and goyang and goyang.. what dropped out would make weidi cringe.. 3 big cockroaches scrambled out of my pants.. and when i thought that was over, i checked the back of my pants and lo and behold, the king of roaches was just hanging out there..in the end i threw it into a puddle and watched it drown.. DIE ALIEN!! DIE!!!!.. evil.. anyway, i decided to dash up the bridge.. still got soaked.. okok.. fast foward.. ZOOM!!!... alright so we were doing our usual 10 min jog when suddenly a frog dropped from heaven.. adam took the chance to have some fun.. he picked it up and threw it at us.. of cos we all siam la.. but one of us screamed and ran away like a little girlie... you'll never guess so i'll tell you - the oh so brave vice-captain, UMAR!!! and thats the story of how umar got the nickname Mister Frog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. time for serious stuff.. why is it that every training i have to operate as a left-back? if its not because i gotta give way to lil' abdullah to play on the wing then its cos i'm a better left back that sone win.. or maybe he wants an attacking left back for next season.. hmmm.. can someone say Ashley Cole? &lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY COLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109949188501808508?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109949188501808508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109949188501808508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109949188501808508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109949188501808508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-is-gonna-go-into-record-books-as.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109945667504365051</id><published>2004-11-03T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:37:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody damn blogger.. cocked up yesterday.. ah whatever..&lt;br /&gt;skipped chemistry on monday.. khai said they just went there to play with copper sulphate.. &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for soccer.. khai turned up.. so suprising man.. we did gym and everything.. and then it had to rain.. with thunder and lightning somemore.. then when we removed the canteen tables and everything was set, it stopped raining.. how great is that? so we played on the field.. bloody rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that band thing.. here's my idea: forget about hafiz and suhaimi.. we'll just take in a drummer (preferably Bryan) and case closed.. i'm getting fed up 'bout suhaimi and hafiz.. i'm serious here.. if we wanna record, we gotta do it this holiday.. furthermore, a 3-piece is easier to manage.. and i dun want our songs to go to waste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this one's for Johnston Yap aka. STONE.. if you're not him, you can stop reading here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied.. i lied to you about that &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; that happened.. yes, i did cry after that.. you don't know what that incident meant to me man.. first, i actually hit someone whom i trusted so much.. second, that person turned on me.. thirdly and most importantly, that person has no heart, no brain, no soul.. that person took advantage of my &lt;i&gt;niceness&lt;/i&gt; and thought he was so tough just cos i let him walk all over me.. he thought he was great.. and after all that, he apologised.. yeah.. 'apologised'.. his 'sorry' actually meant "you sucka!".. i know you can be funny and all but you gotta know that in a circus, a clown will take off his costume after the show and become a normal human being.. you gotta know where to draw the line, when to be serious.. if you don't then i'm really sorry for you cos your life is one big joke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109945667504365051?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109945667504365051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109945667504365051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109945667504365051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109945667504365051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/11/bloody-damn-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109923154324312793</id><published>2004-10-31T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:05:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to church as usual.. henry promised us ice cream next week.. hah.. walked in and out of E3 to answer weidi's calls.. went to meet him after E3.. had lunch at windmill.. and then went back to church.. JYM worship was unusual for one.. but hey, something different once in a while won't hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to check out fiona's lil' stall in holland drive.. they were having some carnival there.. i knew emaine was there too la but then wendy was there glassesless (is there such a word?) and i almost didn't recognise her.. then i turned around and suprise suprise - emaine's parents were there too.. i can say i was happy to see them la.. long time haven't seen them.. i'm so jealous.. emaine has cool parents and i don't.. i want cool parents.. i mean really man.. the tays are damn fun people.. well, they do fun stuff together.. doesn't that make them fun people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed to bukit panjang and said goodbye to weidi.. went over to stone's after getting himself a haircut.. played max payne for a while then headed home and here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109923154324312793?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109923154324312793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109923154324312793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109923154324312793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109923154324312793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/went-to-church-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109914782636114966</id><published>2004-10-30T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T22:50:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. i'd better do this fast.. went around guitar hunting with weidi today.. first went to magaret drive to check out Glenn Lim's Wake Me Up Music shop.. it's really tiny... then we headed to kallang to check out swee lee sims drive.. the epiphone u see here almost got bought by some guy who looks like weidi.. my favourite guitar, the epiphone Xplorer costs 750 bucks man.. Firebird IV costs 900... Dad's Sheraton II costs 1200.. ouch.. in the end spent 12 bucks there spending over 2 hours in that place.. there was this door and we opened to go in.. what was inside was really heaven man.... PEAVEY HEAVEN!!! peavey speakers, amps, mixers and everything peavey was in there.. of course, there were some fender ones but it really was peavey heaven.. swee lee really rocks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109914782636114966?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109914782636114966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109914782636114966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109914782636114966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109914782636114966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok_30.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109905001291767775</id><published>2004-10-29T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T19:40:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school!!! YAY!! thats for me.. for those who have to go back to school for extra lessons, HAHA!! CHUMPS!!! actually, i have to go back for lessons too but i'm not going nowhere near school during the holidays.. except for soccer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'm going to malacca twice this holiday.. the first time will be with the soccer team for friendlies with two schools and the second time would be a mission trip.. i'm more looking forward to the mission trip than the soccer trip.. dunno why.. i just dun feel comfortable leaving singapore with razak being responsible for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did up weidi's blog.. i thought sherwin's one looked rather neat so i did the same thing except changing the color and the pic.. i was quite happy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starhub cable cocked up today.. i was doing my own template when my mum called me to see what's wrong with the tv.. the cable thingy really cocked up man.. then i returned to my room.. the bloody msn wasn't signed in and i just could see it coming man.. all my hard work gone.. so i dun think i'll be having a new layout in a while.. so heart breaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109905001291767775?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109905001291767775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109905001291767775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109905001291767775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109905001291767775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-day-of-school-yay-thats-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109897501544023222</id><published>2004-10-28T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:50:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sup. ceiling. right... awards day today.. damn funny.. faruq only just realised that he can't go up his ass and turn left.. its gotta be a right turn.. if you dun believe me you could:&lt;br /&gt;1)try it out by sticking your finger in there&lt;br /&gt;2)look at a model of the human body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i asked him where yi hwee went, he pointed upwards and simply said 'up'.. then i realised we were in the bloody hall.. darn.. i've been had.. then we went around trying it out on some people but the best one was that sec 2 councillor, nicholas foo.. hah.. he almost went up to the third floor to look for kenneth leong.. damn funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched TRL just now.. Sum 41 was on it!!! and they gave everyone Epiphone Guitars.. damn i wish i was there.. and i can't believe that 'lucky' fan had to get lessons from dave on how to play Fat Lip.. i mean.. that's easy peasy man.. ask dave to teach me Makes No Difference man.. or even Pain For Pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weidi came over.. we completed the song 'out of my way'.. succesfully jammed it.. we are friggin' happy.. after havok's not-so-impressive performance this morning, i feel we can get a good decent recording and win important fans.. well, without further adue, here's Out Of My Way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Out Of My Way &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its alright,its over&lt;br /&gt;Never felt any better&lt;br /&gt;Same old story Same old girl&lt;br /&gt;We were never a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning,the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;its stupid that she called me&lt;br /&gt;She is never compromising&lt;br /&gt;We could never be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U came to me Whats the story&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of hiding from me&lt;br /&gt;Dont u think u are irritating&lt;br /&gt;Will u get away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i hear,u dumped me?&lt;br /&gt;just a dumbass would believe&lt;br /&gt;I tell u now,its the other way&lt;br /&gt;should have done that on ur birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BRIDGE*&lt;br /&gt;And they said that love was blind&lt;br /&gt;you were never mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;br /&gt;now go away&lt;br /&gt;i'll have my say&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;out of my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got seven days&lt;br /&gt;of holidays&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;out of my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later&lt;br /&gt;pretend that i dont remember&lt;br /&gt;School's now over&lt;br /&gt;you seem like some sort of devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you change?&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;and still i'd say&lt;br /&gt;We were never made this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109897501544023222?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109897501544023222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109897501544023222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109897501544023222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109897501544023222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/sup_28.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109888265894887733</id><published>2004-10-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:10:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking a short break from song writing for now.. skipped soccer to go to jinhua's place to play winning eleven 8 with bob, jinhua, jieliang and chun.. i'm like the only one left not conceding.. and yeah.. top scorer too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inter class was quite dumb today.. i was one of the referees.. and determined &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; to ref like mike riley, i blew the whistle at every chance.. of cos, i had to have my share of fun too.. i admit it la.. i really was kelong when gave that penalty decision.. hah.. it was close but i didn't really read every inch of the rulebook.. in the end my team won 3rd just cos we played smart by losing in the first game.. brilliant idea by khai to play in lose so we could play against the worse teams in the losers' pool.. i wonder why razak wanted us to play double knockout in the first place.. its so cheat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back report books tomorrow.. and gotta clean up the class and the cupboard.. that means if cheen comes in and check, i'll be dead.. and also i'll lock up the cupboard and leave the rubbish inside.. yeah.. smart.. since i've got the only key to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil.&lt;br /&gt;you can say that again..&lt;br /&gt;evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109888265894887733?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109888265894887733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109888265894887733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109888265894887733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109888265894887733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/taking-short-break-from-song-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109878485423876374</id><published>2004-10-26T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:28:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Enemy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been around quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;You look tired now have a seat&lt;br /&gt;Five years running how can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Talk 'bout the fate of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombs and bullets ain't gonna help&lt;br /&gt;So what if you made your presence felt?&lt;br /&gt;Accusations and the stories you tell&lt;br /&gt;Making life a living hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BRIDGE*&lt;br /&gt;Two sides&lt;br /&gt;Two wars&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds&lt;br /&gt;No freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sides&lt;br /&gt;Two wars&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds&lt;br /&gt;Its All Your Fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;br /&gt;Killing, Dying&lt;br /&gt;Weeping, Crying&lt;br /&gt;You've been fighting&lt;br /&gt;A war that you're losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is silly&lt;br /&gt;You're never agreeing&lt;br /&gt;You've turned it around&lt;br /&gt;Now you're my enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna see this world go down?&lt;br /&gt;Theres no use in flying out of town&lt;br /&gt;Y'think dodging bullets so much fun&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel guilty killing anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing People looking for your nukes&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder whats wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;So what your dad killed them too&lt;br /&gt;Now u know you're such a fluke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109878485423876374?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109878485423876374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109878485423876374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109878485423876374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109878485423876374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-enemy-youve-been-around-quite-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109878083190947593</id><published>2004-10-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:53:51.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.. helped sherwin with his blog layout last night.. it looks better than i expected it to be.. i suprise myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote another song after i finished with sherwin.. i suprised me again.. it just took me an hour or so.. and its not my usual nonsense.. i've taken ms tan's comments into consideration and wrote something that actually has meaning.. but as usual, i had to have someone big to target.. well, the biggest person i could think of then was george w bush.. yeah.. brace yourselves.. i'll release the lyrics as soon as i finish checking for typos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109878083190947593?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109878083190947593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109878083190947593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109878083190947593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109878083190947593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/heh_26.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109871345717858974</id><published>2004-10-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:10:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.. just realised one thing.. we took 3 days to write 2 and a half songs while havok took a few months to write 2 songs.. of cos they had one of them recorded.. but we still rock.. our latest &lt;s&gt;one&lt;/s&gt; half being 'Out Of My Way'.. weidi wrote most of it.. suprising eh?? i only came up with the chorus and the catchy chorus riff that we didn't even use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't belive what the bloody ref did to my beloved arsenal.. if i was a spectator with a sniper rifle i would definetly shoot him when he didn't even blow the damn whistle when ferdinand committed a red card offence for last man foul.. then van nistelrooy and his &lt;i&gt;I'm Gonna Kill Ashley Cole&lt;/i&gt; move.. damn the assistant refs for not spotting that.. thats like another friggin' red card offence.. oh well.. no use crying over spilled milk.. can't say anything else except &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU MIKE RILEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109871345717858974?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109871345717858974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109871345717858974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109871345717858974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109871345717858974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109863089127816730</id><published>2004-10-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:14:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sup.&lt;br /&gt;went to church as usual.. DG was really hilarious.. we all laughed like hell when stone misread 'ACHAIA'.. and he was so sure it was pronounced as "&lt;i&gt;AH CHAI&lt;/i&gt;".. stoopid fella.. too little sleep la.. go sleep some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored last night so i wrote another song.. this one's called &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Introduction To Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to destruction&lt;br /&gt;welcome to our generation&lt;br /&gt;come and join us in paranoia&lt;br /&gt;while we're busy playing with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you're doing to me now you're just trying to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;very sorry but i've gotta pee now i guess this is just not right&lt;br /&gt;seven-thirty and its kinda late now don't you have a kite to fly?&lt;br /&gt;something tells me its a piece of cake now baby please hit me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, please hit one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic surgery and a few more cuts now can you be more outta sight?&lt;br /&gt;marowana and a pinch of ice now that's gonna get you high&lt;br /&gt;desert eagles and a bitch will cry now cos she's just too afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;lighter fluid and sparks would fly now so you better switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you better switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never be&lt;br /&gt;It'll never be&lt;br /&gt;Your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ass with lotsa pride now all you kids would like my ride&lt;br /&gt;outta gas in high tide now plastic bags would be alright&lt;br /&gt;singing songs that don't make no sense now well i guess i'm not as bright&lt;br /&gt;in hot soup right up to my chest now well i think i must've died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think i must've died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll always be&lt;br /&gt;It'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Your crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to destruction&lt;br /&gt;welcome to our generation&lt;br /&gt;come and join us in paranoia&lt;br /&gt;while we're busy playing with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to destruction&lt;br /&gt;welcome to our generation&lt;br /&gt;come and join us in paranoia&lt;br /&gt;while we're busy playing with fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better like it cos its nice &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109863089127816730?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109863089127816730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109863089127816730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109863089127816730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109863089127816730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/sup_24.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109854542173731427</id><published>2004-10-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:30:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We've been through a lot of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Writing songs that we can't sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cracking jokes and father's names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whats The Difference Whats the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone's pissed and its not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not my fault cos' nothings free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Come and hit me if you dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't want this to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Same old lady same old face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Talking rot, talk into space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wasting cash on stupid fees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whats the use of chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You ain't different you ain't great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You should leave all these to fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ain't got any cash to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You wouldn't want this to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You think you're so perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You think you're so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday you might say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You got dumped cos you looked gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You again, your sweet warm smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But behind that's a pedophile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling tortured teenage years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trust me this time, nuts to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All you need is a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Come to me and its the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not like i've heard it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not like i've been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not like i'm stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not like YOU'RE SO FAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i wrote that song.. its my response to havok's second song, no sun.. we had to keep up so i sat down, picked up a pen and started writing.. weidi came over and we had it reviewed.. cut out some explicit stuff, a little too much attitude i guess.. we had to change my favourite part cos of it was too vulgar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;fuck chemistry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever.. it sounds nice in the end anyway..we jammed it to perfection since afternoon till just half an hour ago.... now... time to sit down and write another one.. and some people actually thought i couldn't write a good song for nuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy some stuff to restore dad's old acoustic guitar.. bought a pin and new electric strings.. after so standing so long with missing strings and a missing pin in the kitchen collecting dust, i thought it look rather wasteful if i dun restore it.. i needed an acoustic guitar anyway so why not? it just needs 9 bucks worth of parts and wallah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please volunteer to play bass for me?? oh yeah.. i need a drummer too.. i want tim replaced.. that lazy bugger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good night... i still need to prepare for DG.. darn.. i'll be sleeping late again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109854542173731427?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109843200659766398</id><published>2004-10-22T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:00:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go to school today.. dun think anyone went to school today.. maybe cos its friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weidi came over yesterday and we screwed up the lift.. stupid lift.. hey, its not like its our fault.. wink wink nudge nudge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel for the 'zap' twins man... razak is at it again.. picking at us one by one till only a few people turn up for training.. then he blames us for the lack of people coming down for training.. go on la.. depend on the sec 2s.. we don't wanna play for him anyway.. we can always turn to clubs.. they pay us even.. what the heck.. as if i care.. i'll just stick close to zul and i'm safe.. he never picks on zul just cos he was all over the papers last year.. biased freak.. so much for treating everyone equally.. faggot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109843200659766398?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109843200659766398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109843200659766398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109843200659766398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109843200659766398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/didnt-go-to-school-today_22.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109835599844885536</id><published>2004-10-21T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:53:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just downloaded mozilla firefox few days ago.. its like all over the newspapers and people are spreading the word on this new web browser that can trash IE.. yea yea.. its good and all but what the heck.. i can't view my blog properly cos some html codes dun work for mozilla.. i'll switch back to IE for the time being..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. after recess today i tried to sleep in the hall.. then i heard a familiar voice thru the speakers.. so i looked up and saw a familiar guy in front.. i only remembered him as the 'anti-dairy-products' guy.. then when that dunnowathernameis teacher intro him then i confirm is the anti-dairy-products guy, Glenn Lim.. then suhaimi dun believe that i know him.. so i tell out some parts of his story and he still dun believe.. if he wasn't fasting i would've easily bet and won 10 bucks man.. cos everything i said was right.. ah whatever.. damn fasting month.. make me lose money only.. grrr.. there goes my income..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea.. colorectal cancer is abnormal cell growth in the ASSHOLE.. so now everyone knows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109835599844885536?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109835599844885536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109835599844885536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109835599844885536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109835599844885536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-downloaded-mozilla-firefox-few.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109817582670500010</id><published>2004-10-19T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:50:26.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First Person You Think Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the person/people who comes to&lt;br /&gt;mind in each question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Dzuhir, Jie liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always make you angry.&lt;br /&gt;wei hong, mdm tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Always makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Weidi &amp; Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always buy present for you.&lt;br /&gt;uh.. nobody leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Always hangout with you.&lt;br /&gt;weidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Always smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;brenda.. she adds a little wave too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Always pay for you.&lt;br /&gt;hah.. RADIUS KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Always drive you around.&lt;br /&gt;dad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Always ask homework question.&lt;br /&gt;hah.. homework?? whats that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always need your help.&lt;br /&gt;i dun think anyone would need my help.. i'll screw them up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Always make you wait.&lt;br /&gt;peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Always sleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;myself, kahmin, meiying, jie liang, weidi, bob, chee how, chun how, jinhua, RONALD, i can't name everyone.. almost everyone sleeps in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Always cannot make up his/her mind.&lt;br /&gt;jie liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Always late for class?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever taken an aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;wud?? who hasn't taken an aeroplane?? chump..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Has messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;razaly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Untidy.&lt;br /&gt;myself la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;no one..... damn.. i'm such a liar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last but not the least, your idol?&lt;br /&gt;God lor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109817582670500010?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109817582670500010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109817582670500010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109817582670500010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109817582670500010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-person-you-think-of-name.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109817482848983572</id><published>2004-10-19T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:33:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, i do &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; look like eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieved back some papers today.. the only subject i passed is english and its not by much.. i flunked maths really bad.. i probably failed combined science.. didn't bother to add the marks.. ah heck.. i dun care la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; look like eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL STOP &lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109817482848983572?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109817482848983572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109817482848983572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109817482848983572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109817482848983572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/firstly-i-do-not-look-like-eunice.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109807303903394301</id><published>2004-10-18T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:17:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go to school today.. not like i ever wanted to go.. my parents were like asking me questions and i didn't even hear a single one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but my parents always look at me first when something wrong happens and never consider me when something good happens.. you'll never catch my mum going,"hey kenny, you cleaned the house.. thanks!!!" even if i do clean the house ( Fat Hope ), she'd probably treat me like a dog,"good boy".. and i bet they never even notice when i do something wrong until someone tells them that i did something wrong.. or even something good for that matter.. they probably think i do the same stuff everyday in my whole life and for the remainder of what life i have left - wake up, school, eat, computer, sleep.. i think they'd be overjoyed when they hear that i did a single piece of homework without copying in the whole of this year.. and i'm searching my memory to find if that really happened.. they think i'm &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; predictable and i plan to keep it that way.. there're great advantages when parents think that way.. they dun call you when you stay out late.. even past midnight.. they'll be thinking," ahh.. he's probably found a way past the ticket rippers and watching movies for free over and over again now.. so typical.." and they think they know me so well - "he wouldn't be smoking , drinking or taking drugs cos he can't get high, he's allergic to tobacco and to alcohol.." and who knows i could be sniffing glue in my room cos i like the smell of glue.. hah.. heck about parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i could've typed out so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't get any sleep on saturday night after the chelski game cos stone forced me to watch rat race at his place.. after the movie we freshened up and started our walk to my house at around 5 am.. i tell you i could sleep standing up then.. reached my place at around 6.. stone played robot arena while i got some rest until around 8.. in the end we couldn't handle the sleepiness and slept through the whole of E3 and Jym.. I even managed to get some sleep during DG only to be awakened by henry.. damn.. well, i got enough sleep last night thanks to my forgetfulness to on my alarm.. woke up at 10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm paying for not going to school.. BOREDOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109807303903394301?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109807303903394301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109807303903394301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109807303903394301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109807303903394301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109784920996137484</id><published>2004-10-15T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:06:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went over to weidi's.. taught mark some guitar basics.. he's still trying to find the chord for H.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did up weidi's blog last night.. i think the FX looks really cool.. now.. to top things off i think he should at least &lt;b&gt;POST SOMETHING!!&lt;/b&gt;... and i'm still working on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i'm also trying to come up with a new template for my own blog.. found some cool pics courtesy of EPIPHONE.. i'll make this look good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109784920996137484?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109784920996137484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109784920996137484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109784920996137484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109784920996137484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/went-over-to-weidis.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109776150334569966</id><published>2004-10-14T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:45:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell.. why must mums ask for hell right after i'm done with the exams?? &lt;br /&gt;WHY?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;first, she comes home and start scolding me cos i put the bloody pepsi bottle on the sofa.. then she complain got pepsi on the bloody sofa when she knows its just water droplets.. then she complains about the "poisonious" stuff in my room.. i mean, please la.. if it were really poisonous i would be dead long ago right?? stupid.. then she starts making her own theories on digestion.. thats really dumb la.. i'm an F&amp;N student.. the last thing you wanna quarrel with me about is how your food goes through your body and becomes shit.. she is the one who sends me to school but she teach me things that are taught otherwise in school.. i wouldn't mind if she stopped me from studying and i can spend all my time blowing things up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now eat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your FUCKIN' FACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell That Fart Nigger!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109776150334569966?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109776150334569966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109776150334569966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109776150334569966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109776150334569966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109773307664237489</id><published>2004-10-14T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T13:51:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo.. i'm bored.. entertain me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my mark in 3n2 today.. wad to do? so bored.. the bloody paper so fast finish and i wasn't sleepy.. so i whipped out my pen and scribbled some er.. stuff.. not as bad as my own desk tho.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.. i'm trying to come up with something nice on my guitar.. so far the only thing nice is the sick solo that i made up weeks ago.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.. save me.. i'm drowning in boredom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109773307664237489?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109773307664237489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109773307664237489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109773307664237489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109773307664237489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109747723244452525</id><published>2004-10-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:47:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. back to boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in total i did like i think 4 papers.. english, maths, SS and chem.. is that four? oh yes it is... do until hand pain.. should've failed SS &amp; chem if not for my quick reaction of lying to the teacher of the time i started the paper.. i did 2 1/2 hours for SS and close to 2 hours for chem cos i was daydreaming away.. chan KK had to tell me i wasn't the only one who missed my first 2 days by sitting brian the crazy fella in front of me.. he missed his first 3.. he would occassionally look up into blank space and laugh.. weirdo.. no wonder the doc gave him 3 days off.. i think he's still sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammned.. i hate this com.. its crammed with shit.. its so bloody slow.. it even stones.. quite cool tho.. a stoning com.. and when i turn on any music, it would help me slow down the parts that could've some inspiration.. but still, i hate this com.. someone please get me a new com.. oh yeah.. and a high tech hospital bed would come nice with a new com.. hah.. right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109747723244452525?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109747723244452525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109747723244452525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109747723244452525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109747723244452525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109732523807621285</id><published>2004-10-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:33:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooohh.. its been a long time man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spat blood yesterday morning.. didn't wanna go to school.. mainly cos it was chinese paper.. i slept through most of paper 2 and barely wrote a sentence for paper 1.. then went to look for mr chan to take my english, maths, SS and chemistry.. in the end only took english cos that old ass dissappeared after i was done with it.. and i was supposed to go again today but u think i care??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've downloaded a good pile of games since who knows when.. now my com's complaining that i can't cram so much shit into a white metal thing that i use to rest my foot on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing the simpsons hit and run for over 5 hours everyday since i downloaded it.. made homer run around town in his underwear.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part - i've got CHUCK!!!! YES!!! sum 41's new album!!! and its not set to be released in the US until the 12th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling jealous already?? fine.. i got it all from &lt;a href="http://www.suprnova.org"&gt;Suprnova.org&lt;/a&gt;... Happy now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109732523807621285?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109732523807621285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109732523807621285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109732523807621285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109732523807621285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooohh.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109702671855245739</id><published>2004-10-06T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:38:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! look at the time man.. i skipped exams!!! yea right... i'm &lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt;.. went to the doc's yesterday.. doc gave me 3 different types of tablets for fever.. and she charged me $24 plus free vitamin c tablets.. cheapskate.. as if i need so many types... i've got 2 days off so i'll be taking my chem, english and maths paper on friday then my SS on monday.. i'm gonna ace my science man.. can ask for answers tomorrow.. muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Love&lt;/span&gt; over and over again at sarah's blog.. hah.. she's sick too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't blogged since saturday.. too lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church on sunday.. johnston wore his new shoes.. not that it made any difference to his soccer skills.. still as bad as ever..played soccer after jym as usual.. i scored 6.. haha.. so rare.. went home sweaty all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dentist called me up on monday.. he repaired the chip in my front tooth.. but that was bloody nice timing la.. he had to do it at PE lesson.. while people playing soccer i was sitting on the dentist's chair getting my tooth filled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.. dad's starting to open mouth close mouth.. i gotta go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109702671855245739?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109702671855245739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109702671855245739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109702671855245739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109702671855245739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/woohoo-look-at-time-man.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109671124112730599</id><published>2004-10-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:00:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Checked out my abandoned frienster a/c.. lotsa survey stuff.. since i'm bored i think i'll post em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner. Please provide your most&lt;br /&gt;truthful answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] How well must he/she know u?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Does looks counts?&lt;br /&gt;yes but not very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Must he/she have an X-Factor&lt;br /&gt;whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Drive a car/bike?&lt;br /&gt;nope.. what about up the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Go clubbing often?&lt;br /&gt;dun really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Feel secure with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;D-U-H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Good at cracking jokes?&lt;br /&gt;no need la.. I crack the jokes.. she laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] Should he/she be always spending all&lt;br /&gt;his/her time with u?&lt;br /&gt;if thats what she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Conservative towards you?&lt;br /&gt;er.. ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] A quick thinker?&lt;br /&gt;yes.. of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Should he/she have a good sense of&lt;br /&gt;dressing?&lt;br /&gt;as long as doesn't make me feel stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Preferbably what kind of hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;a blue/pink mohawk would be great but which girl would be stupid enuf to do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Should he/she be the one making&lt;br /&gt;decisions all the time?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Romantic?&lt;br /&gt;er.. ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Shy?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Hot-Tempered?&lt;br /&gt;must be able to fight with me la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Loud or Quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOUD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Generous or Stingy?&lt;br /&gt;generous la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Kind or Heartless?&lt;br /&gt;hah.. stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Cute or Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] Vain or Casual?&lt;br /&gt;casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Punk or Hipster?&lt;br /&gt;PUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Smart or Stupid?&lt;br /&gt;smart but act stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] *For guys* Should she wear heavy make&lt;br /&gt;up most of the time?&lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] *For girls* Must he dress up all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] Should he/she pamper u?&lt;br /&gt;pamper? no need la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] Should he/she be open minded when&lt;br /&gt;speaking to u?&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] Should he/she be well-educated?&lt;br /&gt;got brain can already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] Good Looking+Dumb OR&lt;br /&gt;Ugly+Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Possessive+faithful OR&lt;br /&gt;Freedom+unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Childish+Caring OR Mature+Ignorant&lt;br /&gt;childish+caring.&lt;br /&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] Should you be able to see a future&lt;br /&gt;ahead for u 2?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] Do u think this kind of girl/guy exists?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. of cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] If yes, have u met him/her?&lt;br /&gt;maybe, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] If no, do u think u will be able to meet&lt;br /&gt;him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is : kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I may seem : stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. But I'm really : stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. People who know me : tend to become like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. If you knew me you'd think that I'm : Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Sometimes I feel : bored when i have lots of things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. In the morning : i roll off my bed and hit my head on my mixer amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. I like to sleep : standing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. If I could be doing anything right now It&lt;br /&gt;would be : sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Money : is in missing from my wallet but i dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. One thing I wish I had is : my &lt;b&gt;own&lt;/b&gt; guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. One thing I have that I wish I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;is : a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. All you need is : to tag me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. All I need is : more cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If I had one wish it would be : to have a million more wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Love is : blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My body is : tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If an angel flew into my window at night I&lt;br /&gt;would : chop off it's wings and throw him back out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If a demon crashed into my window at night i&lt;br /&gt;would : Wrestle him to the ground and laugh at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If I could see one person right now it would&lt;br /&gt;be : nobody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Something I want but I don't really need is&lt;br /&gt;: new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Something I need but I don't really want is :&lt;br /&gt;a reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I live for : death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I dare you all to : stuff durians up your ass and say it wasn't pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am afraid of : girls holding sharp objects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It makes me angry when : Arsenal fails to win in a champions league match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. It makes me happy when : people gimme free food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I daydream about : Rockets &amp;amp; pipebombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I am attracted to : food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I am unattracted to : sore losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+=+SeCoNdArY sCh lIfE+=+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what time do you usually arrive in school?&lt;br /&gt;late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. name of school?&lt;br /&gt;hong kah sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. you live near/far from school?&lt;br /&gt;far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. your school near/far from the bus-stop?&lt;br /&gt;far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. tuition fee?&lt;br /&gt;i hate tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how much is your weekly allowance?&lt;br /&gt;20 bucks ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite subject?&lt;br /&gt;none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. favorite teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;mdm tay&lt;/s&gt; Mr Ng H.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. favorite classmates?&lt;br /&gt;everyone except the IIP people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. favorite spot in school?&lt;br /&gt;Outside DM's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. favorite hang-out after school?&lt;br /&gt;Home??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. favorite event held in school?&lt;br /&gt;morning assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. fav friends in school?&lt;br /&gt;friends are friends wad.. where got fav one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. where do you usually eat?&lt;br /&gt;home.. instant mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. you eat alone or with friends?&lt;br /&gt;occasionally alone but most of the time with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. you got crush on someone in school?&lt;br /&gt;yup. SHH!! KEEP IT DOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. gimmick place after school?&lt;br /&gt;explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what do you do during breaks?&lt;br /&gt;eat then slack outside art room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. r u engaged in any sports in ur sch?&lt;br /&gt;soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. what time do you usually go home?&lt;br /&gt;2/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. you go home alone?&lt;br /&gt;oh nooo.. i'm not answering that.. later u stalk me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. any club or orgs&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do you like your uniforms?&lt;br /&gt;yes.. cos it stands out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. wat is the nicest thing about ur sch?&lt;br /&gt;comfortable toilet seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109671124112730599?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109671124112730599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109671124112730599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109671124112730599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109671124112730599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/checked-out-my-abandoned-frienster-ac.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109669124127987093</id><published>2004-10-02T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T12:27:21.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Aunt Esther is getting married. Gonna go for the dinner tonight.. since my sis is anti-sharksfin soup, i get an extra bowl.. i love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those die hard fans of the 7 o'clock serial on channel 8, i'll tell you whats gonna happen next.. Wensi takes the plunge but Zhi grabs hold of her hand.. Wensi's arm rips off as a result.. she lands on a pile of boxes downstairs and continues to live her life - with one arm.. yea.. her family cooked her other arm for dinner that night and they all became cannibals.. and THATS whats gonna happen.. and if you're wondering what Ruiming had to run off for.. He went home to eat instant noodles.. so there you have it.. right out of the director's chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to serious stuff.. stone just bought a pair of total 90 III.. that means we're gonna have something in common!! Serious Matter!!! AHHH!!! ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!!! someone please gimme some cash to buy a new pair of shoes.. that fella is gonna drive me up the wall again man.. i mean.. he buy those shoes and play soccer.. its an utter disgrace to the sport man.. heh.. i pity Nike now.. they'll see a sharp drop in Total 90 III sales in a while..&lt;br /&gt;the salesperson would go,"Hi! Would You Like To Buy A Pair Of Total 90 III?"&lt;br /&gt;and the customer would be like&lt;em&gt;,"Oh.. Cool.. Who Wears Those?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, Luis Figo, Roberto Carlos and Johnston Yap!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"EW!!! JOHNSTON YAP?!?!?! er... I Think I Better Get Those Adidas Predator Pulse Instead"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. that was a bad joke.. i love me hate me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109669124127987093?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109669124127987093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109669124127987093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109669124127987093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109669124127987093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-aunt-esther-is-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109655292811095675</id><published>2004-09-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:02:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. i finally found the heroes 3 combat music.. playing it over and over again now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr wee took same bus as me again this morning.. come and poke his nose into my business again.. he thinks he very good la.. give me 'free' councilling during his lesson some more.. fine la.. since he so good to me i shall play his little game.. i just act can already.. i cry in front of him he sure believe one.. and that annoying little rat, TSM.. go tell &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; teacher about the little vandalism thing.. go la.. tell the whole world.. go tell the president for all i care.. its just a bloody friggin' small matter wanna complain ar? go call the press to interview me la.. you're so bloody blind that you can barely see wat i wrote even.. the songs i wrote were from my heart.. you think i can so easily just clean them off?? FUCK YOU!! if i were to see that table go i'd personally burn it.. you want it cleaned you ownself clean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see la.. bloody ass.. now i got no mood to blog.. fuck off.. i hope i won't see TSM tommorow man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109655292811095675?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109655292811095675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109655292811095675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109655292811095675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109655292811095675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109638060616190066</id><published>2004-09-28T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:10:06.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever had lots of things to do but u'd rather sit down and stare into blank space? well i did.. i've got un finished homework, unfinished downloads, unfinished rockets and unfinished 'debates' with my dad.. and yet i'll be sitting there like an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMS called my dad up &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; today.. too bad he was in a meeting and he gave her the wrong number to call for my mum.. even my dad had enough sense to give her the wrong number so she wouldn't annoy anyone.. she's just a nuisance to the sane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my tooth extracted today.. then i stupidly bought 4 packs of kacang puteh to eat in class.. stupid or stupid? eat until my gum bleed like no hell.. and its still bleeding..STUPID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took CME exam today.. i didn't have to take it la.. i've failed already.. anyway.. most of the answers i put A.. even i know wrong i still put.. in the end still can get 55%.. actually i did the test very quickly then did it again halfway.. yes.. i could've cheated.. but for wad??? its just cme wad.. if fail then fail la.. if anyone asks why then say our cme teacher not moral one how to pass? anyway, if you know internet explorer well you could go and change your marks just like that.. its easy to cheat la.. you can do it over a hundred times and nobody'll notice cos the test settings put only 1 maximum try but you can still do it by pressing the back button.. that's what happens when you put mdm usha as head of CME.. she's stupid, she thinks we're stupider and she thinks that removing the address bar is gonna help stop cheating.. STUPID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner at bukit timah just now.. thought of grabbing a godzilla but then my dad wanted to go home by then.. when we exited the lift, guess who we saw? it's lover boy radius.. wah lao eh.. i can't tahan him anymore la.. he can really act man.. last night act fever until wanna die liddat.. today can come all the way to my block and wait there for hours until we came home.. then.. he act sick again.. bloody attention seeker.. if he was so sick he will come to our house meh? stupid noe.. STUPID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you've read all you're supposed to read, now GO AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109638060616190066?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109638060616190066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109638060616190066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109638060616190066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109638060616190066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-you-ever-had-lots-of-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109636407827898212</id><published>2004-09-28T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:34:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sniffing Glue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were you doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sniffing Glue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking of now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:19pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what time did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who cares?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did you last say to a friend last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't say nuttin' to no friend last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what attracts you to the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether she has any food with her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food.. glue too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hah.. still in my uniform&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do after answering this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sniff glue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you want to talk to&lt;br /&gt;someone but you don't know him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;er.. sniff glue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28th feb.. you better get me something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is your bf/gf's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry.. i dunno weidi's birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you last smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you answer this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to take a break from all that glue sniffing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will you marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did u last receive a gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;christmas???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did you last drink alcoholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;few days ago.. eh.. its less than 1% only.. big deal..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will you vote for president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Tommy Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you talked w/&lt;br /&gt;yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has the qualities you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets see... very few.. i'm not saying any names&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you hate most among your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's your closest among the males?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now u're talking man.. weidi la.. stoopid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has the cutest smile you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my nephew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you talk on d phone with often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dun talk on the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you belong to a team in your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish not... stupid soccer team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;f**ked up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you smoke? drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drink occasionally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a workaholik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;far from it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have someone in mind that you&lt;br /&gt;want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes.. thats if they allow gay marriages.. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wear eye contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you kiss your parents good night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does your crush often send you messages&lt;br /&gt;in friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about in e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do you use the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 hours every weekday; &gt;12 hours weekends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is your hair styled right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hair? what hair??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is your feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will you treat your loved one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a loved one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did you learn about friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate friendster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old are you this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go figure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109636407827898212?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109636407827898212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109636407827898212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109636407827898212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109636407827898212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-are-you-doing-now-sniffing-glue.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109629538929634934</id><published>2004-09-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:29:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brain's cocked up.. sniff too much glue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109629538929634934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109629538929634934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109629538929634934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-brains-cocked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109612351433090772</id><published>2004-09-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T22:45:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i replay today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the day was stupid.. wasting time walking around a place where i've never stepped into in the past 2 years.. and i thought everything was still the same.. boy was i wrong.. some shops were still there, some have closed down for good and some moved from one spot to another spot.. yeah.. those were the days when i could get anything i'd like from my parents.. no questions asked.. it was so easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mum, can i have 10 bucks to play LAN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's 15.. 5 for your lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'd go there alone most of the time, so when i swear nobody could threaten to complain to my mother.. hah.. its all different now.. firstly cos i hate playing CS now and also cos of financial constraints.. oh yeah.. and also cos i've lost the skill of persuading my parents to give me any cash.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mum, can i have 10 bucks to go Jamming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Here's 5 for your lunch. Ask your father if you need more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well.. in the end we decided to play generals back at chevrons.. that boring place again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;weidi came over and then we went to set off my custom made pipe bomb at the multi storey carpark... i bet people would think that we were celebrating the mooncake festival.. haha.. anyway, it was a burnout man.. it had a better explosion then the last time.. i added some minor adjustments to it..i put on a cover with 5 small holes in it and little bits of crushed match heads at the bottom of the bottle.. now i've got no more empty vitamin C bottles to use anymore.. that means i need someone to help me finish up the remaining vitamin Cs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm outta here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109612351433090772?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109612351433090772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109612351433090772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109612351433090772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109612351433090772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/can-i-replay-today-most-of-day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109600557745167577</id><published>2004-09-24T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T13:59:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to whoever's birthday it is today.. you know who you are.. i'm not smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.. i didn't give you anything last year, when i was 'supposed' to.. so.. here's your birthday present - the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learnt in the Adam Khoo camp is that you can make yourself believe anything just by lying to yourself everyday.. well, i believed i could forget everything.. i made myself angry by thinking bad things about her.. of course, i was lying to myself.. so, it all intensified.. i started telling people exaggerated stories.. and i believed what i told myself.. but that belief wouldn't last for long.. everytime i see her i'd go,'OH SHIT!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!' and considering i have to walk past her at least once everyday, its very difficult.. so i'd try to use Peter as a bomb shelter every morning when i inevitably have to see her.. and whats worse? we'll be sitting in the same class for 2 straight hours listening to the same crappy teacher talking away with out my personal bomb shelter.. so, i've come clean with myself.. no more lies.. no more exaggerations.. no more crap... oh yeah.. and using my personal bomb shelter less often.. the truth is, i miss her loads.. but i've made my stand and i won't regret it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Charade It Won't Last, When He's Gone I Won't Come Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. to peter : happy finding.. i've quit finding, i'll stick to waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and er.. Adam Khoo Sucks.. he teaches us to lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. birthday boy's turn.. muahahahahahahaha!! Birthday bash during recess was real hilarious man.. i chased him across the field and ended up laughing myself to the ground.. in the end didn't hit him until we went up to class.. bob's first hit almost made him cry.. ouch man.. i pity his back.. oh well.. Now get your bruises healed and get ready for next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrah.. gotta go back to school for soccer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109600557745167577?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109600557745167577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109600557745167577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109600557745167577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109600557745167577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-to-whoevers-birthday-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109577644384705482</id><published>2004-09-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:20:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've finally found a way to pound gunpowder without making much noise.. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSM has done it again.. why do old people like to complain? this time its about a stupid basketball thats already been written all over.. hey hey.. ok.. i wrote one of them.. so? we found the ball first thing in the morning when we entered the class.. then nobody claimed it so we took it la.. since its ours why not leave a mark?? i left mine.. in pink.. and THATS ALL!! ok.. fine.. i know she's complaining cos someone wrote some obscene stuff on it.. i shan't elaborate.. just don't point fingers at me.. i noe i'm guilty of a lot of things but definitely not this time.. i wash my hands off this matter.. FULL STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;watched dodgeball just now.. bob suggested playing against UMNO next monday during PE.. hah.. imagine hanan dodging anything.. i order you to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look.. my brain's empty.. well i guess i've gotta go fill up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this song's about your girlfriend -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Its Alright To Tell Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What You Think About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I Won't Try To Argue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Or Hold It Against You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I Know That You're Leaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You Must Have Your Reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This Season Is Calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Your Pictures Are Falling Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Steps That I Retrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Sad Look On Your Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Timing, The Structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Did You Hear He Fucked Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A Day Late A Buck Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm Writing A Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On Losing And Failing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When I Move I'm Flailing Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And It Happens Once Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'll Turn To A Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Someone That Understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sees Through The Master Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When Everybody's Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You've Been Here For Too Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To Take This On Your Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well I Guess This Is Growing Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And Maybe I'll See You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At A Movie Sneak Preview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You'll Show Up And Walk By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In The Arm Of That Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And I'll Smile And You'll Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We'll Pretend Its OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This Charade It Won't Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When He's Gone I Won't Come Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And It Happens Once Again&lt;br /&gt;I'll Turn To A Friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone That Understands&lt;br /&gt;Sees Through The Master Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Everybody's Gone&lt;br /&gt;I've Been Here For Too Long&lt;br /&gt;To Take This On My Own&lt;br /&gt;Well I Guess This Is Growing Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109577644384705482?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109577644384705482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109577644384705482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109577644384705482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109577644384705482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/ive-finally-found-way-to-pound.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109569120975947899</id><published>2004-09-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:48:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A.C.A.B - Streets Of Uptown&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank in a pub on a saturday night&lt;br /&gt;me and the boys were feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;as we walked the streets feeling loads pride&lt;br /&gt;proud with our roots and our way of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stood some geezers try to steal that night&lt;br /&gt;stare at us try to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;me and the boys were waiting for the start&lt;br /&gt;as we prepared for an aggro, oh what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the story of how our life goes&lt;br /&gt;we had been treated like a bunch of snucked up fools&lt;br /&gt;scourned by many understood by few&lt;br /&gt;theres not much things left for us to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna got back to dark days of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;where i gone to far i could have killed someone&lt;br /&gt;but i don't wanna sit down behaving like a cunt&lt;br /&gt;while watching my mates doing the best they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the streets of uptown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;streets of uptown&lt;br /&gt;its our ups and ours downand its goes around and around&lt;br /&gt;in the streets of uptown&lt;br /&gt;streets of uptown&lt;br /&gt;its our laugh and our tears and it will last for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice Song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright.. i'm bored so i'll blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chem experiment in class was funny man.. pink is the answer man.. PINK!! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;!!! What is formed when hydrogen is heated? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;!!! YES!!! If you don't love pink, press ALT+F4 NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pe lesson sucked.. spent most of out time listening to mr cheen's crap.. ok fine.. it wasn't that bad.. he's as funny as he is fierce..talked about o levels and stuff... the truth is i dun wanna take my Os.. i'd rather go the long way up.. then i'll start dreaming of a scholarship in highbury and earn big bucks after guaduating from the Arsenal youth academy.. hah.. dream on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mum's going back to hospital again tomorrow.. she'll be back by thursday.. damn.. stuck with dad for 2 whole days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well i guess this is growing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p&lt;u&gt;Ink&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;-- someone please say this is funny.. TY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109569120975947899?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109569120975947899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109569120975947899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109569120975947899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109569120975947899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109559541082845089</id><published>2004-09-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:03:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun feel like blogging but i'll blog anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learned in life is that respect has to be earned.. you only get it when you deserve it.. well, johnston didn't quite get it... firstly cos he says something about some people but he himself is guilty of doing the same thing.. then he tries to lie to cover up his wrong doings.. and then he thinks he's perfect just cos i didn't point out anything he did wrong.. so i had to give him the Gary Banana treatment.. yes.. i turned rough.. in other words, i beat him up.. i think he forgot that i had two glass bottles and a pack of giant sparklers in my bag.. thank God i didn't use them.. i pushed him into a ledge and started kicking him.. he's lucky jeremy and joel were there.. if not he would've surely died.. i tried to control myself but he just kept the come-and-hit-me look on his face.. in short, The Fuck Face.. seriously, he was asking for it.. he provoked me then when i threatened to hit him he denies everything he said.. so i just hit him anyway.. well, i guess i'm at fault for being too nice.. when you try the non-violent approach of changing someone, he takes advantage.. when i see johnston, i think of someone else..the only diff is that the non-violent approached worked this time.. i think of the first time i encountered Ayu.. that was during the first PSL session.. for one i didn't expect the "indian chief" to be a girl la.. show me attitude like no hell.. and also cos my group appointed me to handle the "indian chiefs" cos i look very scary... I can't scold her cos i surely kena from ms koh.. So i just let her be.. then through the other sessions, i kept a close eye on her and the other "chiefs"... then came the campfire preparation.. khai would follow me down to their class to jaga them and then the two of them would chat like nobody's business.. thats where i got to know her better.. she's like the younger version of Sarah.. everything also want..&lt;br /&gt;Ayu: eh.. i wanna quit NPCC lah..&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Quit la.. Then wanna join what?&lt;br /&gt;Ayu: soccer lor..&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: You know how to play soccer meh?&lt;br /&gt;Ayu: er.. No.. Ask khai teach la&lt;br /&gt;her conversations would somehow drift to khai.. i wonder why.... is there an attraction between punks and rudies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't wanna know..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109559541082845089?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109559541082845089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109559541082845089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109559541082845089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109559541082845089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/dun-feel-like-blogging-but-ill-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109548199560685784</id><published>2004-09-18T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:33:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING!! KILLER EGG THROWER ON THE LOOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird day yesterday.. first, went to johnston's place to launch a test rocket.. it sort of worked cos it moved a little bit.. then we headed over to joel's place and stupidly missed the bus stop so we had to walk all the way back.. and on the way back we chased a lizard but it got away.. then really spooky things started to happen.. out of the blue, stone, who was walking further away from the road got hit by an egg.. seriously.. an EGG!! obviously, the egg broke la.. and it left a bruise in his tummy.. i mean.. who on earth would waste eggs in this manner when there is a bird flu problem? don't want the egg just nicely hand it to us la.. stupid! oh yeah.. the impact was so great that johnston fell on the ground, held his effected area and screamed in pain.. jeremy almost resorted to calling the police.. well, obviously the egg was thrown out of a moving vehicle cos cars there travel at around 50km/h.. not that he doesn't deserve it la.. here's some reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing A Jersey That Was Supposed To Be Returned Months Ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scaring A Lizard Out Of Its Wits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Causing Air Pollution By Setting Plastic Bottles On Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing A Tuxido At The Wrong Place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT looking out for the bus stop that we were supposed to stop at&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing When Supposed To Be Studying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks Like The Lizard Got It's Revenge..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awwrite.. so my pipe bomb failed.. so did johnston's "GREEN" 100% plastic rocket.. wait a minute.. my pipe bomb didn't fail.. it just did not produce the result we expected.. it was supposed to explode but it just broke apart..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we stayed at joel's till almost midnight then uncle ben picked us up.. we told him the egg story but he still thinks we were lying.. who would lie 'bout such a small thing? now go ponder over it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109548199560685784?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109548199560685784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109548199560685784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109548199560685784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109548199560685784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/warning-killer-egg-thrower-on-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109514639162272079</id><published>2004-09-14T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:19:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this one's for TSM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you don't already know, i'm a nice guy.. if i wasn't then i would've sued you for attempting to inflict injury on me using that rubber band.. and also, wuzzup with the CME project? you yourself not morally sane and then want us to do this dumb project..hah! caught you cutting Queue over and over again during recess..and i haven't handed up a single CME project on time in my whole secondary school life and i don't have any intentions to stop cos i think its lame.. i mean like, you want us to do some board game? one game tile would say,"You Cut The Queue To Buy Food - Move Back 10 Tiles". and like who's gonna play it anyway? no prizes no nuts.. like,"Congratulations!! YOU WON!! Here's Your Prize - Full Marks For Moral Education For The Rest Of Your Life!!! YAY!! Aren't You Excited?!?!?" even if so, what's with learning about law making in singapore? i mean, you think we're gonna be people who are gonna make laws? OH-PUH-LEEESE!! Just Dream La!! if we do, it wouldn't even pass survive through the first reading.. even if it does go through to the publishing, it'd probably so edited that it sounds super cheem,"oh.. er.. I Don't Know What That Means But Its One Of The Many Laws That We Must Follow To Keep Our Nation Safe From Terrorists". Think la.. certain people can and can't learn certain things, for example, if you were to ask me what gazetting is i'd say its shaving one's face without any need for gravitational force.. well, you said i'm stupid wad.. and as i said, i'm a nice guy.. if i wasn't i would've pounded you inside-out.. SO THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. didn't want to go to school today.. mum had to wake me up at 6:30 am and made me go to school.. very stupid.. 5 long periods of mdm tay's lesson.. wa lao.. why did they cancel assembly ?!?!?!? ARGH!! ohwell.. its over anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if i don't turn up tomorrow you all know why.. TERRAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109514639162272079?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109514639162272079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109514639162272079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109514639162272079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109514639162272079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-ones-for-tsm-in-case-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109506017044457661</id><published>2004-09-13T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:22:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guess what? i visited bryan's blog just now and decided to rip his layout.. of course i won't put blink 182 la.. maybe sum 41 or something.. fralala.. who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my palm is oozing with a transparent liquid out of the flesh wound i had yesterday.. pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no soccer today.. suprise suprise.. mr razak didn't show up in school.. hah.. didn't intend to go anyway.. loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go to school on wednesday? not too sure.. dunno if dad will be at home.. if not, its gonna be a self-proclaimed holiday for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something for mdm tay.. OI! now u know i'm not the only one who sleeps in your lesson right?? there can only be one reason.. and i mean ONE! your lesson is boring la.. even the nerds association girls are sleeping la.. if they're not then they're probably talking 'bout some nerd stuff.. so there! i'm NOT the only one thinking like that.. but i think i'm the only one showing it la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109506017044457661?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109506017044457661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109506017044457661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109506017044457661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109506017044457661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-guess-what-i-visited-bryans-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109500168557754018</id><published>2004-09-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:08:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well.. what else can go wrong? first, the rocket launch has been postponed to an unconfirmed date thanks to the shortage of supplies and we're also without a launch pad.. then, our first test launch failed so bad that the whole body melted leaving only the cap.. well, i guess more "research" is needed.. for the venue, we're thining about doing it in the basketball court at Ferrer Court.. its only a matter of when its gonna happen and how we're gonna dispose of the debris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's more bad news.. just picked up a knee injury this evening and i don't noe how serious it is.. looking at the bright side, i could use this as an excuse for not training tomorrow.. muahaha!! and guess what? i've got another excuse for wednesday's training.. yea.. mum's going in again.. and i get to snooze on one of those comfortable hospital beds.. WOO!! hah! someone PLEEEEESE get me one of those beds???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin's gonna enter army soon.. here's I Can Only Imagine, re-written by Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I CAN ONLY IMAGINE (Chan remix)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Justin lives his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he enters army&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And has to wake up at five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him doing running and such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And practising his shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to find his touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounded by his sergeants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will he do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you do pumping before them, Justin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or perhaps a run or two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I stand in your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you greet me as I go by?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you ignore your Lance-Corporal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look me in the eye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him going to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing God will strengthen Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The life he will lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glorifying the Lord in the Army&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An officer, indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounded by his men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will his heart feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will he be a friend and comrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or show them what's the deal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I stand in your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And have to salute as you walk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be worthy to be interviewed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that you and I can talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109500168557754018?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109500168557754018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109500168557754018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109500168557754018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109500168557754018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109478804538342142</id><published>2004-09-10T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:47:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO!! wussup y'all!! hah.. went to check out the launch pad just now.. its just a multi storey carpark with some strategic camera points.. i guess we're gonna try out 4 rockets (or if they fail, bombs. ) i came up with the vitamin C glass rocket and the Three Legs rocket.. johnston's doing the sprite and aluminium ones.. my glass rocket will definitely explode but i'm not sure if it'll fly.. oh well.. we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent most of the night playing blackjack.. there was a point that i owed johnston 1800 pushups.. in the end he owe me 25.. and jeremy still owes me 75.. dun think i can remember but Adam Khoo says,' if i can't , i must '.. hah.. crappy fella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to type any more.. gonna catch up on some sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109478804538342142?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109478804538342142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109478804538342142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109478804538342142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109478804538342142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/woo-wussup-yall-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109447648454970717</id><published>2004-09-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:14:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come it seems sisters are virus magnets? when sherilyn screwed edward's com i thought it was just sherilyn being sherilyn... but when my sis screwed MY com....... i went mad la.. well, i've already told her not to use my com without permission but did she listen? NOOOOOO... what the heck la.. she has her own com but wanna use mine.. she stupidly signs into msn so she'd leave a mark there telling me "EVA WAS HERE".. at least wanna use dun let me know la.. i noe la.. if she asked me i would say no.. even so she can just call me and if i dun answer she can say she tried to call me but no answer only right?? but today after training, no missed calls, no messages from her.. you think i won't be mad?? i bet even ronald would get mad.. so, i have 11 trojans and if nobody does anything about it, its 11 trojans and counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my decision and "Kenny the Jaguar" doesn't suit me.. Sorry to Hanan and Jin Hua.. you guys go ahead.. go get paid for having fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec 2s joined us for training today.. it was great.. they've improved.. i say we're gonna be one hell of a team next year.. i've got some competition on the left wing, the major one being Afiq 'sweet left foot'.. well, a little competiton won't hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109447648454970717?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109447648454970717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109447648454970717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109447648454970717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109447648454970717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-come-it-seems-sisters-are-virus.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109439153261630763</id><published>2004-09-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:38:52.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously reconsidering joining tanjong pagar.. well, uncle ben says that i should take guitar lessons.. the church needs a lead guitarist anyway since justin's going off to army soon.. i thought it was a great idea.. but that also means i have to sacrifice lots of time.. so.. i've come to a point where i have to decide what i wanna do.. oh God pls help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. stupid speakers.. i tried changing to another set of speakers but no sound came out.. then i changed back to the original speakers and there was no sound too.. sigh.. i just changed my start and exit windows sound and now i can't even hear it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Vicar Terry's place for dinner.. didn't get to skip stones tho.. there were people swimming.. sat around the table to listen to overdosed ryan and gabriel crap around with singapore idol, sesame street, blue's clues, hi-5 and barney.. fun.. very fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it.. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109439153261630763?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109439153261630763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109439153261630763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109439153261630763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109439153261630763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-seriously-reconsidering-joining.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109427793453073881</id><published>2004-09-04T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:05:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello... just came back from derrick's place.. did some fireworks display last night.. the last mortar was the biggest and the best.. the video footage was really cool too.. ate mee goreng with cheese for supper too.. sedap gila!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church last night.. ended up playing darts - without the board.. the big Styrofoam thingy outside the toilet got destroyed by us.. then got scolded by henry after that.. now the dartboard is on hold.. it was quite fun tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've informed mr razak about my plans to join tanjong pagar.. he discouraged it but we'll discuss it on monday.. boy, would i not wanna end up like khai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109427793453073881?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109427793453073881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109427793453073881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109427793453073881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109427793453073881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109411201143498785</id><published>2004-09-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T16:02:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yo.. i turned down a treat at pizza hut to come home and slack.. anyway.. gonna have my dental thing tomorrow.. gonna pull out a tooth and fill one of the front teeth.. ahh what the heck.. betcha its gonna fall off again.. i'd rather leave it chipped.. oh yea.. is that the same dentist who had her bike bell stolen?? chump..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum got discharged yesterday.. auntie susan and uncle derek came just as we were about to leave.. so we went downstairs to eat at kopitiam.. then some pastor walked by.. dad invited him to sit with us and guess what? i had to sit thru a sermon... then mum went off to buy drinks.. took so long to come back.. what a brilliant excuse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun showed us the letter he wrote to yvonne.. bloody hell he ripped my sentence.. &lt;strong&gt;Your Eyes Shone Like Two Bright Moons&lt;/strong&gt;.. RIPOFF!!!! anyway, good luck for the reply.. i bet she'll be laughing while she reads it.. if i could give the letter a grade, it would be a B4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the new look me is comin' up.. chiao.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sum 41 - Makes No Difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running fast and missing but cannot help convincing.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;It's not meant to hurt you but let me assure you,&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I said but intentions you've read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when you hold onto the past then you&lt;br /&gt;Will break down what little is left, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more you can't ignore,&lt;br /&gt;And say it makes no difference to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes no difference to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that you're older life's weighing on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;You can't seem to keep things so perfectly straight.&lt;br /&gt;With most things so basic you might as well face it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but worry it's all just begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when you hold onto the past then you,&lt;br /&gt;Will break down what little is left, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more you can't ignore,&lt;br /&gt;And say it makes no difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference, to me&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference, to me,&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference, to me&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109411201143498785?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109411201143498785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109411201143498785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109411201143498785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109411201143498785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109403674965522752</id><published>2004-09-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:05:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should i start this blog entry with a question? someone please give me one of those cool hospital beds.. went to visit mum yesterday in SGH.. she just had her op.. nothing much.. the same thing happened again.. the blood in her left hand stopped.. thanks to pastor henry for sending me there yesterday.. anyway, i slept on the sofas for about an hour while mum was in the dialysis centre.. soon after that my sis came, then dad, then uncle ahmad, cousin mimi, cousin 'elza' and aunt (oops, i forgot her name).. then came uncle boon chiang and auntie jessie.. after that went home... so sian.. i still want one of those hospital beds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid X-country and the things-you-never-knew-'bout-teachers quiz... well, i don't think we never knew who the DMs are..  anyway, slacked with peter the whole route.. followed ms teo along the last kilometre or so.. and on the final stretch a blurted out,'eh, pete, lets chiong for it' and he seriously sprinted for the finish line like a mad man.. then when i passed mr cheng, i slowed down.. then for one strange moment he said,' good, kenny, thats the spirit!' was that weird or weird?? mr cheen handed me my number at the finish line.. when i first looked at it i saw '99'.. nice number right?? WRONG.. there were only 80 of those numbers.. so sway la.. i got number 66...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i end this blog entry with a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109403674965522752?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109403674965522752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109403674965522752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109403674965522752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109403674965522752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/09/should-i-start-this-blog-entry-with.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109370632868143631</id><published>2004-08-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:18:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wussup.. went to watch AVP at jurong east with peter, jin hua, weidi and jie liang.. jin hua couldn't differenciate between alien and predator.. i like the no-look-chop-off-the-alien's-head part.. very cool move by the predator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went bowling at chevrons.. played 3 games including one with an ambarassing score of 63 just losing jie liang by 3.. hey.. at least i dominated the first game.. then went downstairs to play pool only to find out that its members only.. settled down to play cs in the end.. finished at 8+.. i've lost skill in that game ever since quitting so long ago.. after 1 hour of playing then i realise the shop also got generals.. i would've played if i knew earlier.. then can go against jie liang and peter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that weidi and jie liang wanted to go home so the rest of us decided to go window shopping at queensway.. i checked out the spikes there.. really nice.. the asics one that the school sponsors to the sprinters costs a hundred bucks.. now i know how rich the school is.. Total 90 III costs $299 and mercurial vapor costs $250..i think i'd rather buy a new guitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i found a nice Pro Multi FX pedal somewhere in my dad's junk.. as the ol' saying goes, one man's trash is another man's treasure..then later i went back to search for more stuff and found a Boss CE-5 Chorus Ensemble pedal.. well, i guess my house is just a home studio with all the equipment all in different corners of the house.. the amp, guitars and pedals are in my room, the mixer, keyboards and the drum thingy in the living room, the mics and other trash are in the kitchen.. i guess i'll assemble them together and have a studio one day.. yes, one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg.. very tired man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109370632868143631?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109370632868143631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109370632868143631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109370632868143631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109370632868143631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/08/wussup_28.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844407.post-109359721218291244</id><published>2004-08-27T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:00:12.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wussup.. i wanted to take some pictures of the anti-stress board as well as the lyrics table to put up here but i forgot to bring my phone to school.. darn.. all i could offer is a caption of some articles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cisse : ARGH!! WHO THE HELL SCREWED ME?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Drogba : WOOHOO!! I GOT SCREWED!! can i do that again??&lt;br /&gt;Beckham : darn.. i need a facelift..&lt;br /&gt;Mourinho : Man! i've got a terrible headache..&lt;br /&gt;F.I.R : OUCH!!!!! I've Been Hit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 most wanted :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;Anyone In An England Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Anyone In Man Utd Jersey (exc. CR)&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;5566&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restricted:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone In France Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Anyone In Arsenal Jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. enough of the anti-stress board.. mr razak gave khai another chance to remain in soccer but he blew it.. thats cos the deal also had a 'clause' that states that khai is never to be trusted again.. I think its stupid.. so now how?? what u gonna join? Scouts?? (no offence to scouts out there) please la.. mr razak is stretching out his hand to save you but if you don't grab it then everything is useless... go think la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to check out the new cross country route yesterday with the soccer boys and track ppl.. very confusing and almost twice as long.. at first when mr razak said there would be no way to cross over to the path cos there's a drain i thought it would be impossible to cheat but when we reached that place we realised that the drain was only about 10 cm wide.. how stupid is that? then after we did the course 1 and a half times we settled down in the old carpark to have a bit of a drink.. after that we went to play ultimate frisbie in the open field.. quite stupid la.. 2 cones how to play ultimate frisbie?? Then some half naked idiot started rolling all over the ground trying to catch some long passes.. then i realised that it was me.. had to &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; the itching all the way home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. have to go to school to finish up F&amp;N coursework tomorrow.. dun think i'm going.. i'll wake up early to sabotage the home phone so mdm anita can't call.. i've got it all planned out.. it ain't gonna fail.. again... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MxPx - My Life Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To be with you today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; and you know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because I wouldn't lie to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First my car broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So then I had to hitch a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was almost there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When the motor died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't hate me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm better late then never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I failed you,I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's simply my life story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know it's much to late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To take you on a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know that it's no use,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But this is my excuse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was in a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it was falling from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I knew I had to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So i could say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like you change the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That I was gonna call you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or say I was about to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like you change the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I said that I would be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But then I didn't have a thing to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't hate me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm better late then never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I failed you,I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's simply my life story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844407-109359721218291244?l=-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/feeds/109359721218291244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844407&amp;postID=109359721218291244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109359721218291244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844407/posts/default/109359721218291244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-chickensoupforthepunkrocksoul-.blogspot.com/2004/08/wussup.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
